Spiderfang: "Just walk away buddy. Try not to punch them uvu I know how you feel, weirdos are always hawking on my freaktastic eyes o3o One time some random dude just came up to me, poked me in the eye, and then ran off. Never saw him again... Got a light? *Pulls a cigarette from a magical compartment and holds it out* "Never tried one, they seem to do you wonders though. Kind of going through a bit of stress here, I'm stuck in the center of a love triangle...Make that octagon >.<"
Carla: *laughing and floating up to him* Awww, c'mon, Sterls. You know peeps can't resist that silky hair. I'm tempted to run my hands through it myself, actually *wiggles her fingers at him playfully*
Carla: Pffft, probably. Next time just say no, Sterls~ *she giggled and then gasped at his offer* Oh, I couldn't possibly. Really, I could-- ok I will *she floated forward and ran her hands through it* ahhhh it's just as soft as it looks! oooh so silkyyyy. No wonder you're so popular with the ladies *she laughed and gave him a wink* ugh now I have hair envy. *tussles his hair playfully* XD
Carla: *now making a braid in his hair, she snorted and waved a hand to his words* Pffft, nah. Who'd be envious of lumpy, cloudy hair? No one, that's who U3U *making another braid* Ahh, so you're in the dog house, huh Sterls? Yikes, that's tough. Is Lenore that pretty model gal? White hair, yeah?Oooh she's pretty. Love her eyes. *sits cross-legged in the air as he works on another braid* Have you apologized yet, Bubs?
((lakdsjfljasldf oh gosh Sterling, you need to get that apology going, ASAP U3U ))
Sterling: Im...Working on it. Shes not easy you know. I just need to work on my wording. I just exploding on the wrong person on the wrong time. *sigh* anger issue s*blows away a strand of hair from his face* I'll do it tonight if she shows up at her usual place i guess.
Carla: *half his head in loose cornrows as she continued on, and snorted a bit before giving his shoulder a quick bap* Work on wordin'? Sterling, you're a fluffin' musician! You write songs for a livin', for cryin' out loud! this should be a snap for you! *floating up so that she was facing him upside-down* but you better do it tonight, Bub. Cuz blowin' up on a cutie patootie like her... jeez. that's like, rule number one on how to talk to chicks: Don't blow up on 'em. *floating back to finish his hair* hmmm lookin' pretty fly here, Sterls. You should see her with the cornrows on UvU *obviously teasing*
Sterling: *touches his half braided hair* Right. I know that now. It wasn't fully my fault but i guess the blame has to go somewhere right. She doesn't like guitars she like piano and i cant play. But ill think up something.