this is gonna be gay

(oml NO I MEAN PASTA DANG IT)

(Still kinky)

(oml NO I MEAN PASTA DANG IT)

(Still kinky)

(It's a weird kink but kinky nonetheless.)

(HELLO IRIS, AND SHIN! grumpynoodles

Name: Orion Castor
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
Sexuality: Pansexual, possibly Poly
Appearance: Dull orange cat ears and tail, retractable claws, blue eyes, mussy brown hair, sweaters, beanies, 6'1'
Personality: Friendly!! Likes helping people, gardening, and cooking. His parents may or may not be assasins)

Orion wasn't sure exactly who had invited him, but he was happy to go to the party. Not getting out much, he had rather tentatively knocked and walked in, humming happily at seeing his friend Sam.

(oh my god no it's not supposed to be kinky lmao)

(oh hey you're putting Orion in here?)

(why are we discussing kinks)

(oh hey you're putting Orion in here?)

(YEP)

He finally spotted Sam and walked up to him. "Shut up," he said jokingly.

Sam rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter. "Didn't peg you for the house party type," he said, absently eating more pretzels

He shrugged, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "I got bored."

(oh my god no it's not supposed to be kinky lmao)

(There's a joke with a bunch of my friends that sometimes after a mission or just in general the paladins of voltron will say something that can interpreted as innapropriate, and no matter where they are or who they're with, everything goes silent as soon as Pidge says, "Kinky."

They really start to riot though when Lance says that Keith sucks, and Pidge looks up at them and whispers, "Keithy.")

(why are we discussing kinks)

(Why did someone say that Sam had a noodle kink?)

(REASONS)

(I never did, I was saying instead of pretzels, he needs noodles. You were the one who made it kinky oml)

(Shhhhhhhh the world is already kinky, darling)

(GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS AS SAM'S CREATOR I CAN CONFIRM THAT SAM DOES NOT HAVE A NOODLE KINK) Sam shrugged. "I'm usually not a fan of house parties either. Boredom makes you do odd things."

(GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS AS SAM'S CREATOR I CAN CONFIRM THAT SAM DOES NOT HAVE A NOODLE KINK) Sam shrugged. "I'm usually not a fan of house parties either. Boredom makes you do odd things."

(quiet grumbles of disagreement in the background)

He leaned against the counter, sighing. "I have no idea what to do."

(oh my god)

Attracted by the sound of music, Matt sauntered over to a nearby house and, after waiting a moment, knocked rather loudly on the door. He pulled a flask out of his pocket and drank while he waited.

Sam smirked at him. "I know what you could do," he said jokingly, winking at Asura

(I have no idea why, but this entire time I was under the impression that your profile pic was either Will Solace or a human Bill Cipher)

(I mean shinsleepy btw)

He frowned, confused. "What?"

(nope my profile is a random character I made named Poncho who I was gonna use as a mascot but decided not to) Sam rolled his eyes. "Never mind," he said, looking at the counter. He spotted a bottle of bourbon towards the end and grabbed a cup, pouring himself some

(My sister keeps reading over my shoulder and telling me to write something about Brendon Urie and I don't know how to react)

"That's it." He said after almost emptying the flask in his wait. "I'm going through a window." With a final knock at the door he ran off around the house and had no difficulty finding a window to climb through. The only problem was… "Gahddammit! CURSE MY SHORT ARMS" he screamed from just below the ledge to the widow, only a few inches away from grabbing ahold if he jumped.