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Hey, weasels and wombats (and everyone else :3). It's me, your friendly faggish fhyena who favors forced f-alliteration. If you're new to this nonsense and searching for a sappy series of gregarious gayness, do not despair! Look to the left; Episode 1 is there! :P

As for my regular readers, welcome to Episode 32! You don't have to suffer my craziness, just proceed right on through to the good stuff.

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_ Thursday. _

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"Mmm, good morning," came a voice, very near.

Blinking blearily, his crusty eyes stinging, Mitch stirred. His dijon-mustard-hued beak came open in a yawn, and he raised both feline paws to rub at his eyes. When he was able to process his surroundings, the dusty-hued gryphon focused on the dandelion of a dragon lying beside him, and smiled. "Morning to you too."

It was warm next to the dragon. It was nice. He was glad he had stayed here last night. Slowly, Mitch became aware that he was halfway sprawled on top of his friend, legs meshed with Daniel's. He could feel the dragon's boxers under his thigh. Daniel's tail was between his legs, wrapped around his ass. The gryphon blushed as his dick informed him that it was in full-blown morning wood mode, and the firm organ's tip was ramming the dragon squarely in the hip.

Mitch inched his pelvis back quickly. "Sorry..." he mumbled, trying to disentangle himself from the other male. He hoped Daniel hadn't noticed.

"It's okay," the dragon replied, with a little grin. "Happens to all of us, doesn't it? Nothing to be ashamed of."

So much for that hope. "I didn't mean to... get all up on you like that," the gryphon said awkwardly, adjusting himself a little. His sheath always felt uncomfortable when he was really hard like this; he wanted to pull it back, but it would never stay.

"You were asleep," Daniel excused, with a small smirk. "And I wasn't complaining, you know."

Mitch rolled back onto his back, finally free of the other guy...he ignored the outcry of 'Awwww!' from his various senses at that fact. Panting a little, he cast a quick glance over at the other male, who was shifting a bit.

Wonder what exactly's going on between us today...

Gosh, this was awkward.

"You got my boxers wet..." Daniel rumbled.

"I... I did?" Mitch blushed. "Sorry, it's just... precum... I kinda make a lot of it..."

"Hmmm, you must've been pretty excited..." the dragon murmured, eyes half shut. The blankets between them shifted, and Mitch could tell Daniel was feeling the damp spot left on his underwear.

The gryphon blushed more, but he couldn't help grinning a bit, too. "Well... I was sort of lying on top of you, so... I guess that's pretty exciting, yeah," he said quietly.

"Mmmh..." The dragon cast a glance over at him. "You think I'm exciting?"

The avian gulped. "Well... in... in a certain... yeah."

They hesitated, breathing roughly.

"...You know... I'm pretty excited, too..." Daniel murmured, voice becoming a sultry, surreptitious whisper. "...I'm really hard right now."

"Oh?" the gryphon inquired, somewhere between aroused and apprehensive. Indeed, he could definitely see the blankets tenting a bit off to his left, when he looked. His blush was growing stronger. He wasn't sure what to say... or what to do.

"Yeah... I, uh... well, I usually take care of that, right after I wake up..." the dragon purred.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah... Every day... like clockwork," the reptile said, with a little giggle.

"I think it involves more than a clock..." Mitch said, a bit dryly, and got another giggle in response. "I usually... before I go to sleep... not every day, though." He scratched the side of his muzzle, tail squirming under the sheets awkwardly. That wasn't something he would normally just admit... to anyone, really.

"Hmmh..." the dragon rumbled. "I get so horny when I can't do it even for one day... It's the only thing that gets me out of bed..." He gave the gryphon a lazy smile. "Though... normally I don't have a friend to keep me company..."

No kidding. It occurred to the gryphon suddenly that last night had been the first time he had ever slept in the same bed as another person. Now, why hadn't he thought of that... No wonder he was feeling so uncertain about things today.

Do you want me to take care of it for you?

Mitch gulped. No way! He couldn't say that! "Uh... w-well... I guess... you could go do it in the bathroom?" he stammered hastily.

Beat.

"Well, yeah, I could..." Daniel said, sounding a little disappointed. He didn't sound too keen on having the 'friend keeping him company' kick him out of his own room.

"Or... or something else!" the gryphon sputtered, embarrassed. Talk about a mood killer; why had he said that? "I mean, we don't have to do that, or you don't, or whatever - "

"Well, I don't want to make you uncomfortable..." the dragon said, abruptly earnest. "Maybe you're right, it's probably better if I just..."

"You don't have to leave, that was a really lame suggestion..." the avian mammal groaned. "I wouldn't mind... I mean..." He fell silent.

The dragon's greenish eyes flicked up to him once more, his expression regaining a bit of its sultry cast. "Yeah?"

Nervously, Mitch fidgeted under the blankets. What was he going to offer the needy dragon instead? A pawjob? It was the only thing he had any sort of experience in, and he wasn't too confident in his ability to make it feel nice for somebody else... not to mention it was freaking scary, to imagine just wrapping his paw around his reptilian friend's... thing... and going to town on him. No, he was too shy to try something like that yet... T __hough, another rain check sound_ s_ appealing, he thought, flexing his paws idly.

"Uh... well..." Embarrassed now more by his own shyness than anything else, the gryphon muttered. "I don't mind if you... just do it, you know..."

The dragon blinked. "You mean... here? Next to you?" His expression was a little uncertain... but he didn't sound disappointed this time, at least.

Gulp. "Well, yeah... I mean... That would... kinda be cool, actually..."

"Cool?" the dragon chuckled.

"...More like hot, I suppose..." Mitch admitted. His eyes strayed up to the exposed portion of the reptile's slender chest, bright scales glowing around his dark tuft of chestfur.

Daniel was quiet for a moment, looking at him, and then his voice rumbled again. "I think I agree with you..." he growled. "Sounds pretty... 'cool'... Uh, do you want to... watch?"

"Watch?!" Mitch gasped. "Uh, ye--n-no! No I do not!"

The dragon laughed, considering him, and then nodded once. "Okay, then."

Dammit!

He couldn't really take it back now. "Just, uh, just do it under the blankets..." Mitch mumbled, blushing hard and meshing his paws, un-meshing them, meshing... "...and maybe I'll... uh, kinda watch that a little." Abruptly, the gryphon was very aware of the fact that there was less than a foot of space between him and the other male, as they lay there in bed together.

He tried not to stare too hard, as the dragon tentatively began to shuffle around, grinning in a faintly awkward but pleased way. The gryphon folded his paws on his stomach and forced them to be still, ignoring his rock-hard erection, straining in his underwear at the very thought of a guy fapping literally right next to him. Hadn't he had this fantasy, once or twice?

Gulp. I hope this isn't a bad idea... I hope we're still friends after he...

He watched the dragon's position shift into what was recognizably a 'grip'; the blankets moved as paws made their way under the tent he had observed earlier. The gryphon's gaze flicked back and forth like a neurotic lightswitch.

"Hmmmhh..." Daniel breathed softly, as his paw started to move.

Looked like a fairly traditional grip. Righty, fist, left paw was down around the base somewhere. Not really the way Mitch did it himself. At least, as best he could tell from the positions of the blankets.

Nice and slow. Up, down, up, down. He was being gentle.

Mitch couldn't figure out what he was supposed to do during this. He lay on his back, fidgeting once more, trying not to watch like it was a porno - might be offensive - but not going so far as to act like he was uninterested. Might be offensive, too. His tail squirmed around, and his ears were back a little. Meanwhile, Daniel's were twitching forward gently, in a way that really caught the young gryphon's attention. There were entire sectors of his brain primed to respond to little eartweaks like that... especially from cute boys. Apparently.

"Ohhh..." the dragon moaned softly. He wasn't very loud... but he wasn't silent, either. Lots of... breathing, not quite moans, but definitely full of enjoyment. He was going faster on the downstroke, and 'dragging' on the upstroke, Mitch noticed - the opposite of the gryphon's rhythm.

Daniel glanced over at him, met his eyes, and the mammal almost eeped. He looked away sharply, as though he'd been caught looking in the locker room.

He heard a soft chuckle from beside him. "You like watching?"

"...No..." Mitch whined, in a way that very plainly said 'Fuck yes I do!!!'

"Heh, it's okay..." Daniel whispered. "It kinda... turns me on, that you're right there..."

Mitch glanced over hesitantly. The dragon was still going while he was talking, a little more firmly, now. "O... Oh?"

"Yeah... My buddy gryphon, hanging out with me, not a big deal if we do... stuff... Just friends, buddies..." the dragon purred. "Always wanted a friend like that..."

Twiiiitch. Mitch squirmed, his paws itching to do their own rhythmic gestures under the blankets... a bit more furiously, if his mounting arousal had anything to say about it.

"C'mere..." the drake rumbled.

"H-huh?" His voice was husky.

"C'mere closer... Put your paws on my chest and stuff. Touch me. Like you were doing last night."

The older male stared... Daniel was giving him such a sexy look, with his paw going like that...

Damn it to hell, I have had this fantasy! And then he wants me to touch his cock, and then he lets me make him cum while he just lies there, and then if I'm not done pawing he flips me over and screws me senseless!

The gryphon wasn't sure if he could go through with all that, or even any of it. It was a lot different, when it was happening in person... And as he remembered, it had been a big, muscular black-furred rat in a sauna or some generic fantasy setting, not a skinny drake almost as short as he was, curled up with him in bed. And certainly, certainly not such a nice guy as Daniel, such a good friend.

More than a friend. He wasn't sure what Daniel was to him... but he didn't want to screw it up. He really liked Daniel. He really did.

Yet, at the same time... it sure as hell wasn't like he didn't want to touch the guy.

Gulp.

The smooth sensation of scale brought back fractured memories of two nights ago. Of cuddling on Daniel's bed in the dark, trying to get used to the feeling of holding a guy. Trying not to freak out too much over the sheer GAYNESS of it all. And last night... The way Daniel had been breathing, the way he'd whispered, "That feels nice..."

Now, it was a little different. The light coming through the curtained window made everything feel less private, less secret. The dragon's breathing was rougher, more aggressive; his voice was a low rumble thrumming through his chest like a purr as his ears angled forward in arousal. Mitch could feel the rhythmic thud of the dragon's fist against his pelvic bone, reverbrating up through his body, as his trembling paw ran across Daniel's flat stomach and up his chest. His beak parted slightly; he breathed out through it, as the dragon made a soft grumbling groan.

He smells good.

It was a lot easier to ignore the gayness level, however high it was rising, when he was getting this horny.

"Nnnnghhh, Mitch... Yeah, that feels nice, yeahhhh..."

The gryphon's dick did its absolute best to just tear straight through its sticky cottony confinement, before settling down after several seconds, throbbing hard. Its owner, on reserves of borrowed courage, rubbed his smooth beak against the underside of the dragon's muzzle, and got a little sideways nuzzle back.

It does feel nice.

He could hear the slick sound of the drake's paw pumping, as his own paw dug its way into Daniel's tuft of chestfur, and the other stroked firmly up his shoulder. Growing bolder with time, he let his knees edge around the dragon guy's thigh; his tufted tail came up between their torsos to tickle scales and brush softly over his forearm.

"Nnnnhhh... Mitch... I like you, Mitch..." the drake groaned, eyes shut.

Insert blush.

"I... I like you too, Dan..." the gryphon mumbled, awkwardly clinging to the other male's side, while his tool twitched and strained sympathetically to the pounding its counterpart in cockiness was receiving.

He really, really, really wanted to join the dragon. Just start jacking off with him. But gosh that would be so awkward! The shy gryphon rubbed his beaky nose against his friend's neck, moaning softly and trying to control himself. His balls were aching, dying to empty themselves somehow.

"Nnnnggghhh.... Oh, Mitch..." Daniel panted, and then his breath caught; his shoulders were quivering with tension, and his paw abruptly slowed a great deal and strengthened its grip.

He was really quiet, during it. Not like Bill. Bill was loud.

The dragon's breath released in a rush, followed by a gasp; he held it again for a few seconds, released, panted. He released his grip. "Man... That was good..."

Still holding onto the other male, Mitch looked up at him uncertainly. Daniel's eyes were wild, intense; he was salivating. His disheveled mane completed the feral appearance; he swallowed and glanced back. Smiled a little.

"Thanks, man... that was really hot." Daniel's tone had descended into that lazy contentment every adult male is familiar with.

Mitch smiled tentatively.

"You wanna go, too?" The dragon grinned a bit.

Thud. Just like that.

"Eeeep! Aaaah, but..."

"You've got to be ready to blow, dude... I mean, the way you were moving..." Big grin. "You were so turned on, it was sexy..."

The gryphon blushed. Was it really that obvious? His dick was a bit softer, now, but it was still as... swollen, if that made sense. Just as ridiculously excited, slightly floppier. Sheath all clinging around the lower half, feeling distinctly uncomfortable, as per usual when he was hard.

"Come on, it's okay..." the dragon encouraged, voice growing more gentle. "Don't be shy... I did it, you can do it too. It'll feel good."

Somehow I don't doubt that.

"Okaaay..." the gryphon whined. His libido was extremely convincing, even when the rest of him was shy.

"I won't hold you if you don't want..." Daniel murmured. "Won't even watch... I just want you to feel good."

"Oh... Well..." The gryphon fell silent, ears sli-i-i-iding back.

"What's that?" the dragon asked softly.

"Welllll..." the gryphon mumbled, embarrassed. "You... you can... hold my paw, if you want..."

Daniel hesitated... and then, smiling, slid his arm over under the blankets, and wrapped his right paw around Mitch's left.

Shivershivershiver! Gulp. The gryphon's erection twitched once more. Slowly... he lowered his own right paw, down to that steamy tent of precum-soaked fabric... his digits found their way under the waistband. His blush was intense, unchanging, permanent. He didn't look at Daniel, though he could feel the dragon smiling at him, though he was thinking about the sexy reptile guy who only moments before had been beating his meat right next to him...

So haaaaawt...

Shutting his eyes, Mitch quickly wrapped his index digit and thumb around that firm, twitching shaft, just behind the head. No way he was going to pull his dick out the leghole like usual, he wasn't brave enough for that, even with the blankets in the way. Bill always did it in his underwear, too. Or, so Mitch had observed, on many nights when he had pretended to be asleep... while the big, muscular black panther on the other side of the room lay on his stomach, groaning softly and gently humping his mattress... growing rougher and more aggressive, kicking his blankets off, growling tensely, trying to stay quiet...

He'd gotten some pretty intense boners, under that kind of visual and auditory stimulation... but nothing, absolutely nothing like what Daniel was giving him.

The gryphon gave himself a long, slow stroke. Tip to base, pushing his sheath down, down, all the way until it was bunched up and his dick was straining... then back, all the way back to the tip. Aaaagh felt so good... It was tight and confined in his briefs, he wasn't used to doing it exactly like this... but the same old tricks always worked, no matter the situation.

And having a sexy dragon boy holding his paw during wasn't so bad either. Daniel's paw was warm, smooth. Compact, blocky. And...

Mitch shifted his digits.

...a little... sticky.

Twiiiiiitch, stroke stroke stroke. Mitch groaned. That's right, not five minutes ago... He'd been...

Wiggle, grip, squeeze. Definitely somewhat damp; it had been wiped off, but Daniel hadn't gotten rid of all the thick fluid that had no doubt been covering it.

"Aaah..." the mammal breathed, mind aflame as he slowly completed another couple strokes on his slick, rock-hard pole.

And then, quite unexpectedly, the gryphon gripped his cockbase tight, his entire body tensing. "D-dan..." he managed, quivering, as the tip of his tool sprayed a low-pressure stream against the elastic... and then he let out a very avian chitter, from deep in his throat, his head rolling back to press against the pillow. Hips bucking gently, reflexively, he unloaded into the pouch of his underwear, semen soaking the thin fabric and dripping down all over his pubic region, running down the underside onto his balls, dampening the crevices of his thighs...

"Engh!" he squeaked, a rapid paw-pump resettling his grip to push his sheath down a bit more firmly. "Ennngh... Ahhh... Ah man..."

Squiiirt. Squirt. Sqwut. Burble, burble. He hadn't lasted very long with that sort of lead-up, with that paw holding his own... Sticky and everything.

Gryphsplosion.

Panting quite hard, Mitch opened his eyes, looking toward the male who was still holding his paw.

"Dang..." Daniel whispered softly. His look was one part smile... and two parts 'Dang!'.

An orgasm was a pretty good way to blast shyness straight out of one's skull, but Mitch still found himself a little awkward, as he gingerly withdrew his sopping wet paw from his underwear. "You're really hot," he grumbled, a reluctant compliment, a confession.

The dragon smiled a bit more. "Thanks."

The two lay back, one still breathing hard.

Man, what would Jonathon think... The raccoon was always so critical of his tendency to be uncertain about facts that should have been obvious... Mostly when it came to chemistry, but in other respects, as well.

Hell... I still haven't texted him yet. The gryphon grimaced. Hopefully Jonathon was doing better and wouldn't be too pissed that he hadn't offered so much as a "u ok"... Mandy would have said something if he was too bad, right? Jeez, that had been terrifying. Good thing Mike had been there; he always knew what to do when shit like that happened, probably cause he'd been a lifeguard and knew CPR and all that... Jason had just been freaking out, he'd nearly needed an ambulance himself.

The gryphon glanced around; where was his phone?

Quite abruptly, Daniel let go of the other male's paw (Sticky!) and hopped out of bed, drawing Mitch's attention. "Well, we should get moving! I imagine Mom will want us to help a bit."

Flustered, the gryphon watched his boxer-clad buddy bound around the bed. "W-what? Help with what?"

Daniel grinned big. "Oh you silly. Don't you remember what day it is?"

"Uh, uh... Th-thursday?" the gryphon squeaked, in the process of realizing that he was lying in someone else's bed wearing only cum-soaked underwear, and thus hopping up like that was effectively out of the question.

"Heheh, I guess you're right! But that's not the important part, it's Thanksgiving!" The dragon beamed at him.

Oh yeah.

"Oh yeah!"

"So Mom will be cooking like crazy and acting crazy and Vlad should be home by now and we ought to help since she'll be making extra for you, she always overestimates how much people eat, and she hates when I sleep in too much..."

Overwhelmed, the gryphon eeped. "Aaaaah! You don't have to do all that for me, just take me home!"

"Oh, don't be silly," Daniel said, expression growing more serious. "Why do you think I wanted you to stay so bad?" Big big big smile. "I want you here with me on Thanksgiving! Mom loves company anyway, she was happy last night, and besides, what are you going to do back in your dorm? Eat leftover pizza?" He fixed the gryphon with a look. "The dining center's closed, remember? You were complaining about it. Don't be polite, we want you here."

Well, that was a damn thorough argument. Not much he could say to that. "Who is Vlad?" the gryphon mumbled weakly.

Daniel waved a paw. "Vladimir. My older brother, goes to college in California, crazy smart, tons of scholarships. Sorta like you, heh." He grinned. "He flew home yesterday, probably got in last night after we went to bed."

"His name's Vladimir?"

"Well, yeah, my family's not Russian for nothing!" The dragon chuckled a bit. "My name's spelled D-A-N-I-I-L on my birth certificate, you know, but people always pronounce that wrong, so I just spell it the american way and make my signature really ambiguous."

Oh.

"Oh..."

"So come on!" The dragon padded over to his dresser and pulled open the top drawer with both paws, peering inside. "Today's gonna be fun."

Mitch gulped. "Uh, D-dan?"

"Hm?" The dragon looked over, a pair of socks hanging from the tip of his muzzle.

"I kinda... got cum all over my underwear..." the embarrassed gryphon managed to force out.

Daniel hesitated, processing the sentence, and then his voice was softer. "Oh, Mitch... Why didn't you just take them off?" He shook his head (the socks were now in his paw), padding halfway over hesitantly; Mitch shrunk back a bit under the blankets. "That's what I do, just pull 'em down, put 'em back on when you get up."

"W-well, I didn't wanna get it all over your sheets - " Mitch stammered, before halting abruptly as his brain informed him of an interesting fact.

Daniel had been stark naked under the covers!

He'd assumed the dragon had still had his boxers on, maybe even was doing it inside them the way the gryphon had, but no, oh no. '...put 'em back on when you get up...' He'd been too distracted to notice, before the dragon leapt out of bed... did that mean he'd been jacking off holding the paw of a totally nude reptile?

He could have just... reached over, and...

His dick, now quite floppy, with only the head poking out of his loose and sticky sheath... twitched.

"...not like it would be the first, I mean, there's plenty of mine on there because I'm too lazy to get a kleenex or something," Daniel was saying. "Man, and you don't have a change of clothes... Well, just take 'em off, you can wear something of mine."

"I'm not getting out of bed naked," the gryphon said flatly, ears down and back. He'd gone pretty far with the dragon already today, thank you very much.

Daniel slowly smiled. "You know... you're cute when you act all shy like that."

Mitch blushed and looked down at the blankets; his lower mandible angled up under the rim of his upper on one side. Couldn't really bite your lip when you had a beak, but that didn't mean the instinct passed avians over.

The dragon gave him a little pat on the shoulder. "It's okay. You can just dry yourself off and change under the blankets. Here, you can borrow a pair of my underwear so you don't have to freeball it..." He paced back to his dresser and pulled open a drawer. "...Oh, you probably don't want boxers, though, you don't wear them..."

"It's okay..." the gryphon murmured awkwardly; he didn't really want to start discussing his underwear preferences with the dragon. "I'll wear whatever..."

"No, I have some like yours, too," Daniel rumbled, frowning and opening another drawer. "Don't wear them too much anymore, just on laundry days, but I used to just a year or two ago. Only switched for gym and all, you know, we didn't have to dress out until high school. Here ya go." From the back of a lower drawer, the chatty dragon produced a pair of black briefs and tossed them onto his bed. "Should even fit you since we're both skinny, heheh."

The gryphon thankfully scraped himself out of his drippy drawers and mopped himself up with the back of the same, wiping up what had to be one of the largest puddles of semen he'd ever produced in his life. "Thanks..." he managed.

When he was sufficiently dry, he grabbed the loaned undies and maneuvered them onto his legs, being careful not to rub against the damp patches on the sheets, which had appeared regardless of his caution. He wondered if Daniel's side was damp...

...would it be perverted to check?

He glanced up... and blushed. Daniel was also putting on his underwear, turned away more likely to protect the gryphon's dignity than his own. Mitch dropped his gaze from the onyx mane that traveled unbroken from forehead to tailtip.

Pawslide... sweep, sweep... a tentative search...

Cold and wet, slippery, sticky.

Gulp. He pulled his paw back and wiped it on the sheets, quickly pulling the underwear he'd borrowed the rest of the way up, before he could get too much of a renewed boner. The fabric was rougher than his normal kind... but he'd just have to quiet his snobby rich tendencies and deal with it.

Blushing a little, the gryphon chanced another glance up at the dragon whilst pulling his tail through the hole in the back. The reptile was thankfully in the shirt stage, now.

He was really lucky that Daniel was so nice and understanding about all this... Could have been really embarrassing, if the dragon were just a bit less...

...He was really such a nice guy. Such a nice friend.

Mitch crawled out of bed and found his pants, pulling them on over Daniel's underwear a bit shyly. If his half-on stiffy was any indicator, the fact that his junk was inhabiting the same space his friend's had in the past was not going to be something he could just forget about.

Daniel put on his jeans and socks, Mitch donned his shirt. The dragon, smiling, came nearer and put one paw on his older yet shyer companion's shoulder. "C'mon, let's go help make tasty food and then eat it."

Mitch smiled a little in return. "Okay. Thanks for having me over for Thanksgiving and..." He blushed just a little. "...letting me stay the night, and all..."

Big smile. The reptile really had skills in the smiling department. He deserved an award or two for that beaming grin that consumed his mouth and eyes... it was a pleasure to receive, it really was. "Well, I'm really glad you wanted to stay! Thank you, for being my friend!"

They stood there a moment longer, as Daniel slid his arm more fully around Mitch's shoulders.

The gryphon's smile was faltering a little.

"Is that... all we are? ...Friends?" he whispered. Afraid to look up.

Afraid to want.

A moment of burning silence.

Daniel reached out with his other paw, and drew the gryphon's beak up until their eyes met.

"No one ever said that," he rumbled quietly.

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Hope you enjoyed it! I'm such a sap.

On that note... I'm pretty sure quite a few of you know Frosted_Fur (who is apparently difficult to link from stories, but works in my bio... Ugh, bugs...) . A fun fact you may also know: he's my boyfriend.

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Some things you may not know: I love him to bits. He's special and wonderful and romantic and very friendly - takes a lot to get a shy guy like me to come out of his shell, you know. He also draws sexy gay guys and has been doing some really nice stuff recently! I love his style, it makes me go all art-nerd-y, and he likes sappy romantic pictures like I do... *dreamy sigh* Anyway, if you haven't checked him out, you should do it. Doooo eeeeet. He's awesome and he loves comments and such. Also me. :3

Arright. See you guys next week. Sappy Yena out.