ThugWorkout wrote:
jaymes put his bag on his little table in the corner of his room, and then wandered over to his wardrobe. he traipsed through his mountains of clothes, until he eventually decided on a pair of black fitted jeans, a burgundy tank top, and a khaki jacket, with the sleeves rolled up of course. he pushed his hair into it's perfect side parting, and hair sprayed it, finally adding his glasses, before he headed down to the living room, plopping himself in the arm chair, nearest to the kitchen. "good morning." he smiled brightly over at naomi.
chrystal's cheeks began to turn a rather awkward shade of red, glaring at him through her legs whilst in the position. "I swear to god once I recover from this i'm going to murder you one day!" she yelled at him. was he really going to just walk away and leave her like that?! she let out an exasperated sigh and pouted, falling into a heap on the floor, she let out a groan of defeat. yoga was her biggest enemy. to hell with it being a way of distressing!