dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

dark-blue-mondays:

Harrison chuckled under his breath at the picture before composing a response. [TXT MSG: :-ppppp I don’t need to take fashion advice from someone wearing lifts ]

Syx laughed and flopped back on his bed as he typed. [TXT: they make my legs look amazing and you know it >:3 ]

Harrison had to concede the point as he turned over to get a little sun on his back. [TXT MSG: I’ll give you that but I have a pair of thigh-high lace up stilleto boots that will give you a run for your money 😉 ]

Syx made a happy little sound as he stretched out. God he loved the way he looked in such thing, but now the thought of seeing that on a different blue pair of legs then his own? On Harrison? Oh he needed that to be reality, [TXT: Proof for I’m afraid I just won’t believe you. 😉 I by far prefer the thigh high one. ]

Harrison was half dozing in the sun when he got the reply. His mouth quirked into a half smile as he typed a response. [TXT MSG: But its so nice here in the sun. I’m thinking about how much better it would be if you were here with me ;3 ]

Syx had finally redressed and was digging through a small box of scrap wires when he noticed the message of his phone. Damn but that did seem appealing. The pool side was so different from the lair. Not his style… but with the other blue man beside him he certainly wouldn’t be bored. [TXT: If I was there you wouldn’t be getting much sun. Not with me on top of you. ;-* ]

Harrison had headed in, eager for something cold to drink and had just popped the top off a sparkling juice when he saw the response.  He shook his head in bemusement as he typed a reply [TXT MSG: Then your bare behind would be getting the sun.  I would be happy to rub a sunscreen on that blue booty of yours ]

Syx had changed the ring tone for when Harrison messaged him and just about jumped as he heard to new ring “loosen up my buttons baby,” ringing out into the lair before he snatched up the phone. Grinning at the response the typed out, [TXT: If you’re going to start rubbing things you aren’t allowed to stop. ]

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