Two Rivers Isle what you see is what you get, girl

the male fell forward, right on his chin -- which is actually how tristan got one of those beautiful scars so. good for him for not biting his own lip. tristan wondered if he'd, idk, died or something for a minute... but the dark male came to quickly, and began to speak once again. it's not a job if you enjoy it, said the male, immediately feeling corny as fuck. like oh my GOD barf, but he played it cool.

it was now, as the male came towards him again, that tristan suddenly realized what was happening. this dude was definitely hitting on him, and tristan knew, because he totally gave this look to like, 70 different women in his life time. it was a move that totally (definitely) always worked for him. problem was, tristan was alarmingly heterosexual... and not interested. though, he was also feeling incredibly flattered. his ego? consider it stroked -- that was most definitely the only thing that would be stroked, though, you hear?