Dustyn keeps his eyes closed and smirks as he rests against his boyfriend. "S-sometimes...well most times it's best to just swallow. Don't sw-swallow coleslaw though because that tastes like ugly." Dustyn moves his hand over his crotch again just very briefly as he makes a joke. "A penis? You sure about that? H-here was me thinking it was a leg." He laughs a little too hard as he continues to sway around. "Maybe your feet is normal. I-I think mine is just small. W-w-why is you talking about my feet? Weirdo." Dustyn stumbles a little when Dallas falls back as he was holding onto him at the time. He manages to balances himself against the wall just in time otherwise he would have fallen on top of him. "Oh no! D-Dallas, you OK? No, you can't fall like that without me." Dustyn gets down on his knees before laying out flat next to Dallas in the hallway, cuddling into him. "I love you, you drunken...buffoon! Is that even a word?"

Dustyn starts to play with Dallas' hair as they lay together on the ground. He's glad to see Dallas happy like this. Not that he is a miserable sod but he's not usually this bubbly and giggly and Dustyn is loving it. The sound of Dallas' carefree giggles sound amazing to him. "Y-yeah, a third leg with foreskin that also pees. Ew...that sounds weird." He covers his mouth and laughs, trying to shake off the image. "I still r-remember the first night we did it. Couldn't sit down for days after it. Soooo chunky. Kit Kat Chunky." Dustyn laughs again and playfully nudges Dallas. "Richard Madeley? Is i-i-is he an astronaut guy?" He raises an eyebrow and looks quizzical for a moment before a loud noise disrupts the silence. Dustyn leans in and whispers. "I just farted but don't tell." He chuckles and puts his arms around his boyfriend, now nearly laying directly on top of him.

"You really think so? I know I has said a lot of pretty disturbing things in my time." Dustyn giggles and looks over at Dallas, just enjoying the sight and sound of him having a good time. Sure, they're laying on the floor in the middle of the hallway but as long as they're having a great time together it really doesn't matter where they are. "A chunky version of a Kit Kat. Your willy d-doesn't taste like chocolate and wafer though. Tastes a lot nicer." Dustyn pokes his tongue out before kneeling over Dallas, placing a leg at each side of him. He ponders for a second before shaking his head. "Old guy on TV? No, that's Noel Edmonds you is thinking of." Dustyn looks down into Dallas' eyes and smiles. He can't believe how lucky he is to have someone like him in his life, especially after how his past relationships turned out. He places a hand either side of Dallas face and gives him a very soft kiss. "I loves this beard so much. Don't ever change it. Ever." Dustyn smirks before moving in for another kiss, slipping in a bit of tongue this time but still keeping it all light and playful.

"I don't just like your beard, I love it! I can't even g-grow much facial hair. Your beard is such a cool shape and feels great to touch." Dustyn smiles and strokes Dallas' cheek very gently, enjoying the feeling of his facial hair against the back of his fingers. "I like the feeling of it when we kiss too. Also feels amazing when those lips are in...well, other places. Makes me go all tingly when your beard brushes against my skin." Dustyn smirks and gives his boyfriend another kiss after he exhales the smoke from the joint. Without asking, thinking that Dallas wouldn't really mind, Dustyn takes the joint from him and takes a drag from it himself. He tilts his head up towards the spinning ceiling and exhales before laughing and placing the joint back into Dallas' mouth. "Wanna go make a little den on the bed with all the pillows and the covers? We could hide and be in a secret place!"

It had been a few weeks. A few weeks of mariko playing mom to takara. It was fun and all,but she was no mother. Nor did she really have the urge to be one. Freedom was nice and mariko was enjoying it. She didn't really Need anything ,but went to the mall anyway. She liked buying hideous items and pretending they were gifts for friends. She winced as she walked through a row of kiosks. She felt bad for turning the people down. Espcially when she already had bags from other vendors.

Mariko had been lost in her own thoughts as she walked through the mall. It probably looked liked she was doing heavy duty thinking.....but she was really wondering how gross a cheese pretzel and white chocolate frappacino would taste together. Because she didn't want to have to choose between them. Being bumped into shook her back to reality. She nearly fell over in th most dramatic,and awkward way possible. But,luckily a small child's head gave her something to steady herself with. " sorry!" she squeaked,straightening the little boys jacket .

Hearing Japanese startled her. Usually it was only her sister that spoke to her in it. And even then, it was usually for the dArkest of secrets. " oh!" she giggles and turns very very red. " I'm just...you know..pretzels." she awkwardly says. It was rare anyone addressed her outside of people she knew. " you seem to know me,you are? " she asks as she gathers her people speaking skills.

Once Kim says his name,mariko puts a name to the face.she had definitely heard of him and probably had a frisky session to his music. She wished him luck as there were very few Asian men in the business. " are you trying to seduce me,Kim?" she giggles madly when he speaks again. She would reply in kind but found it hard to switch between languages. Up until two years ago, she never used English. " hopefully you guys didn't watch too much of me on tv." she blushes again.

Mariko covers her face and nods her head. " guilty!" she squeaks. She could feel annoyed people brushing around her,but She didn't care. She was content to stand in the middle of the mall. People would just have to wait. " your music,as my sister puts it,is " boot knocking" music." she says this will all the hipness of any mom trying to be cool. She dramatically wipes her brow when informed the little ones didn't see much. She wasn't ashamed of her actions, but did get caught up in the moment and forgot .....things were shown all over the world. " me? Just picking up hideous things to give as gifts. My girlfriend's sisters are real bitches.so I buy them stuff so ugly they won't even donate it.they just stick it all in a closet." mariko says this rather proudly. She catches a whiff of pretzel again and nods her head that way. " what about you? Picking up satin sheets or other sexy things? Tell me as we get pretzels." she brightly says. She loops her bag handles over her arms and tugs at Kim in one fluid motion.

"ew. your parents did it." mariko teases childishly and makes a grossed out face. in spite of somehow garnering a serious public image (how could anyone take that much over the top stage blood serious?!) mariko was probably even sillier than her sister.providing she felt comfortable with someone. and kim was the sort that put her at ease. "yes.they are evil women. you know how vara is sweet and kind? well,they are not." she simply says as they push their way through the throng of people. she assumed if kim saw big brother,he knew of vara. whom probably didnt have the kindest public image. but mariko never could see the flaws of vara. "these women wouldnt be caught dead with anything as hideous as whats in this bag. they wouldnt even want it to be seen in their GARBAGE. totally stuck up and not even that pretty." of course varas sisters were beautiful,but mariko wasnt going to say it. mariko orders a huge,fred flintstone sized cheeze pretzel and a cup of cheese sauce. she happily trots over with the gooey monstrosity and sits down,drawing her legs under her. " oh it would take more than japanese spoken by the asian usher to scare me. its just usually whenever i hear it anymore,its my sister confessing to a murder or something outlandish." she giggles and waves her hand dismissively. "usually i only use it when im watching tv. i like my news from home...even if i never am there." she says slowly,realizing how weird she sounds.

Christopher is glad to have Daisy over as he can never get enough of her company. The two really bounce off each other and there's never a dull moment between them. Despite having polar opposite upbringings they have a deep understanding and really connect. He also hates seeing Daisy feel down about Jayne being away for so long and can relate as he's having problems with relationships/love/life in general. While Dennis, his band mate who he's almost drooling over, is not locked away in a house somewhere, he might as well be as Christopher simply cannot have him and it pains him everyday. Earlier today when he and Daisy went out for lunch, a unsuspecting waiter copped the wrath of Christopher when the orders weren't right. It was the first time Daisy had witnessed his fiery side and it is rather venomous like a lot of reports state but it was actually down to all the bottled up feelings. It was just unfortunate that it all boiled over at the time and place. Christopher smiles as he watches Daisy enter the room. Something about her just exudes a positive energy even when she's not trying. He looks at her outfit then down at his own body. Christopher's just wearing his boxers and he thinks to himself how it must look to others if they walked in right now. These two don't care though. They're just comfortable around each other and don't care how little or how much they're wearing. "Nice giraffe legs. Now can you please put them away? I hate my weird little legs enough as it is. I get that you're perfect but come on!" Christopher laughs, taking the bowl of crisps from Daisy and grabbing a handful almost immediately. He is a bottomless pit. "We're watching Neds. I think you're in it." he jokes with a mouthful of crisps.