jackaboy: ayyyee wanna skype?
Mark: is that what I think it is? *le gasp*
Jackaboy: what? A flirty attitude? Hell no.
Mark: I cri evratiem ; - ;
Jackaboy: ded meme
Mark: Skype username is: Sally_McSaggytits
Jackaboy: I'm not even going to ask
Mark: best if you don't
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Mark's heart was beating at an irregular speed, (he's)nervous (there's vomit on his sweater) already. (mom's spaghetti)
A ring interrupted his menacing thoughts, drawing his attention to his computer. He looked at it and groaned, getting up.
After wrestling with the blanket, (my life)
Mark sat in his comfy gamer chair.
He ran a hand through his hair, put hand sanitizer on, wiped his face with his shirt, fixed his clothes, then hesitantly answered the call on its' last round of rings.
"Hey!" He was met with an Irish, energetic voice. It was like 11pm right now.(don't hate. I'm too lazy to go translate time so I'm putting random shit)
Mark's jaw dropped. His voice was beautifully foreign. How could a man be this perfect?
"Damn.." he said, his voice deep and american.
"Holy shit that's a hot voice" Jack giggled.
And that's when Mark fell in love. He was-no IS-perfect! The way his words just rolled off his tongue was absolutely incredible and hot.
"Can I see you?" Mark asked, completely wrapped in Jack's voice and attitude.
"Hold on," There was shuffling and a creak of a bed, like someone jumped on it. The face cam immediately turned on after a few mumbles.
Mark's eyes widened. "Y-
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