Sukairā tsuki seventeen ni sen jū ichi

Joel suddenly felt horrible. His eyes widened and his mouth slumped open and his breath caught in his throat. "Wh-what? No! Don't leave, please, I didn't mean to.." He gently gripped Victor's shoulders, lips parting softly. Fuck, what was he supposed to do? Suddenly, he tugged Victor somewhat roughly and hugged him tightly, strong arms tight and denying escape. He released the other a long 30 seconds after, biting his lower lip. Said lips were very soft from over-usage of Skittles chap stick. "I'm sorry." He said, hands sliding softly down Victor's arms. He'd acted rather spastic, yes, but it was his nature. Joel loved having friends. He had none with him, here, however. He felt so lonely. Joel needed to be with someone. He couldn't be alone for all of the shows he had scheduled in the city!

Andrew sort of stared at Hillary. "Oh.." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I..uh..like your cat?" He laughed awkwardly, scritching Effi's head a bit. "She's..soft." He smiled, the It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia theme playing somewhere in the background. "Um, well, I have to get going, love." The love was casual. He did it to everyone. Well, every lady. He pulled out a Sharpie from his pocket, scribbling something on her arm. It was his number. Andrew grinned. "Call me, will you?"