Chris (various/M human, less gory version)
In the control room scott cursed; after four consecutive choices of the same green day shirt, he'd bet ten bucks that this chris would pick one as well. keys firmly in hand, chris exited the building.
Sams story: acceptance
Sam slipped into the set that had a black and green plaid skirt and matching green day shirt. they fit remarkably well and sam was happy to have something less restricting on his tail that still covered. well, more than ripped jeans did.
The Ace of Spades
I choose green day's "when i come around." as the guitar and bass riffs begin to reverberate throughout the room, i twist my hips and snake my back to and fro as i sing along to the first verse. my tail sways seductively behind me as i dance.
Predator and Prey
Something by green day. i didn't feel well, so... took a nap to sleep it off, i guess." he turned to his rescuer. "how long have i been missing?" "a week. you know that sleazeball?
En Plein Air
Today was army green day in my underwear department. from the way he stared at that as he awkwardly pulled off my shoes, he must've liked the way my tighter boxer-briefs showed off my erection.