Journies of Martha, Passionate Pokémon
jonathon said. "i'll clean up then." it took about half an hour for jonathon to make dinner; fifteen or so minutes for the trainers and the remaining time to make the pokémon's dinners.
Familiarity Breeds (with) Contempt
jonathon's was blue, riley's was a burnt orange hue.
Pillow Talk
jonathon didn't mind his wolfy friend's scent either... smelled a lot like he tasted. he tasted good. for some reason, a mitch popped into jonathon's head. _hey, what's your favorite flavor, jonathon?!_ the raccoon moaned a little bit...
In A Different Light
jonathon, this is my roommate marty, he's been pretty much my best friend since we started college. and marty, this... is my boyfriend. jonathon." "hello!"
Big Fish Seeks Little Fish, Small Pond
jonathon shrugged.
Impulsiveness
If he said jonathon would like it, jonathon would probably like it. he wondered what brad would think if he knew his boyfriend was giving another guy a massage right now. jonathon grimaced a bit. he didn't want to think about that too much.
The Verdict
"if you must," jonathon allowed, with a long-suffering sigh. the wolf, chuckling a little, took jonathon by the shoulders and pulled, so that the coon boy stumbled closer.
Closure
jonathon os. jonathon xp - stands for experience, you know. and in this limited, progressively more aware state... ...there was no fear in his eyes. no connections, no restrictions.
Oh, Real Subtle
He paused, notebook halfway into his backpack... and flashed jonathon a warm smile that made the raccoon feel quite shy. "you gonna... pack up?" he murmured, softly. jonathon gazed into his eyes... and then eeped. "right, sorry!"
What I Mean
He _had_ to get jonathon to give him a chance. "gimmie this," he rumbled after a moment, reaching out; the gesture was an awkward mix of tentative hesitance and impulsive jerkiness. his paw curled around the raccoon's. jonathon smiled a little.
ASL Files: A New Star (Chapter 2)
jonathon leaned back folding his arms across his chest, erin had a keen eye he thought. "i think that was lonyx." jonathon said. erin looked at him blankly for a moment and jonathon explained further.
Over Drinks
jonathon asked, curiously. "nothing, just thinking of silly things. sorry about the car-tastrophe," he said, giving the automobile a sad pat as he jammed his key into the sticky lock. jonathon giggled a little at the pun.