Severin sighed. "For being a bad kid," he told her, and pulled her over to the small couch he'd been sitting on. "This is all my fault. All of it."

"But we could be together," She said. Totally. She could pertend to go crazy because he wasn't there and get sent there. But then she realized that probably wouldn't happen.

( I love how sexual I can be with her! -kicks Nicole- xD
Minus the fact that they have sex, of course. ;c )

( ...
What? xDD )

Severin scowled at Claire. "No," he said firmly. "You are not getting sent to that place. It'll be on your permanent record, Claire. Forever. You're too sweet of a girl to have such a stain on your life." He threaded his fingers through her hair, frowning sadly. "I don't want that."

( ..ouo )

Claire shrugged, "It wouldn't matter to me." She said. She wanted a new subject. "I don't think your brother likes me." She said, trying to lighten the mood.

( 8D? )

Severin blinked. "Are you kidding me?" he asked, pulling her onto his lap. "Calamity'll give you more than enough chances to get on his good side. He's had way too many chicks, and that's what they've made him into." He glanced at the clock. Six minutes.

( 8D! )

Claire smiled at him, "Okay. He'll probably have to keep me company without you." she joked. And then, she did something she'd been wanting too since she sat down: She leaned closer to him and laid her lips over his.

( I just typed that, and then, I have this twisted mins so I totaly pictured Calamity trying to make a move, like, "What he dosen't know wint hurt him,"

-shot- ..Im sorry. ;c )

( xD Lawlz. That's funny.
If Claire hangs out with Calamity, she'd get to know all about the other side of Severin. eue
And, acquire "the gayest tattoo artist you'll ever meet" as a friend. C: )

Severin cupped Claire's cheek, kissing her back and closing his eyes. Yeah, he was used to this kind of stuff. He ran his hand down her arm and to her thigh, going all the way to the crook of her leg before he stopped. They were sort of in a place filled with police officers...no way.

( LETS DO IT. xD
I mean, the whole gay tattoo artist thing, xD

Omg. I should make Calamity tattoo Jay's name on Nicole's hip! -flail-

.. )

Claire's eyes fluttered shut, too, and when his hand stopped, it sent a chill up her spine. A good chill, of course. But making out and sex probably wasn't what she'd miss the most. She'd miss it least, actually. She wrapped her arm around him and clutched his shirt. 5 minuites..

( xDD Suree. And he'll be like, "Can I see a picture of your boyfraaand? :D"
eue That's Calamity's line. "I'm the gayest tattoo artist you'll ever meet."
It's 'cause he's bi. 8D Bi boys ftw. <3 )

Severin pushed his tongue against Claire's lips, and then pulled away. Aw, hell no. Spit-swapping was one thing he was not up for right now. Although he knew he'd regret it later, he didn't want to do anything beyond kissing normally. Too many people around, and not enough time for what it would lead to.

( xDD )

Severin blinked. "Huh, what?" He scooted away a little. "I...I said no. You can't come. You won't come. You can't even get near the damn place without authorization. Otherwrise, it's illegal."

3 and a half minuites.. Claire narrowed her eyes at him. "You can't keep me away from you." She said, but her face softened right away. She apoligized automaticly, "Sorry.. but you cant.."

( o3o Hrr. Break up with her, lol. )

Severin sighed. It almost sounded like an impatient groan. "Calm down," he growled, shoving a hand under his beanie and into his hair. "Calm down and start thinking rationally. I'm just a damn person, and there's only a little bit of time between us. When I get back, you can freakin' sleep in my pants if you want to."

( Claire: "...Sleep in your pants? ..HOKAY. :D" )

Claire sighed too, but it actually sounded like a sigh, not like Severin's sigh-groan. She was done freaking out, for now. She pressed her face into his shirt sleeve / arm. "I don't get what you mean." She said.

( About the whole pants thing. -flail-

I get it though. c;
-creeperface- )

( xD That's not even it, mann. )

"Whatever," Severin said, sighing again. He didn't feel like explaining it himself, especially since they had about thirty seconds before their ten minutes together were up. Damn. he thought, scowling at the door. Shortest ten minutes of my life.