Kryoz - Blog Posts

vanoss, texting smii7y: smii7y! Help I’m being kidnapped kryoz: Where are you? vanoss: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help. smii7y: I’ll call kryoz. kryoz, answering their phone: hello? smii7y: Where’s vanoss? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. kryoz: vanoss? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me- kryoz:... kryoz: I’ll call you back. *hangs up* kryoz: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD! vanoss: WHO ARE YOU?!

vanoss: While I’m gone, smii7y, you’re in charge. smii7y: Yes!!! vanoss, whispering: kryoz, you’re secretly in charge. kryoz: Obviously.

smii7y: so are we flirting right now? kryoz and evan: we’re literally cuddling and kissing right now. smitty: that doesn’t answer my question.

smitty: I give up. I’m too tired. moo: GET THE EMERGENCY SUPPLY! kryoz: *carries vanoss and places them in front of smitty* vanoss: *Smiles* smitty: AND I AM BACK BABY, LETS GOOOOO!

vanoss: Why do you always call me "pretty boy?" I'm in my twenties

kryoz: "Pretty boy" has nothing to do with age. "Pretty boy" is a state of being, a trait inherent to the self.

vanoss: smitty: And you're the prettiest boy on the whole damn block.

smitty: *grabs vanoss’s ass* vanoss: excuse me, that’s my ass kryoz: that’s our ass, we’re married

kryoz: What do you believe in now?

smii7y: self preservation through love

vanoss: chupacapra

smitty: they had a really sexy voice

kryoz: smitty, they kidnapped us!

smitty: At least they want us!

smii7y: what’s your guilty pleasure?

vanoss: what’s a guilty pleasure?

kryoz: something you like even if its like looked down upon or something, not always though

vanoss: ohh, okay, crime then

smii7y: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- vanoss holding up a paper kryoz helped him right: we wrote you a poem! smii7y, already crying: You did???

smitty: I just asked my sweet spouse evan where they think people go when they die and they said that they get to go live in the clouds and be happy forever and ever.

smitty: Then I asked my bastard husband kryoz where he thought people went when they died and he smiled at me and said “Hell”

smitty: No babes I wasn’t talking shit about you

vanoss and kryoz:

smitty: I was describing you

kryoz, sweating: “So, there’s something I want to ask you-“

vanoss: “Finally, you’re proposing!”

kryoz: “Wha- How did you know?”

smitty: “You’ve dropped the rings five times during dinner.”

vanoss: “I even picked them up once.”

*vanoss and kryoz and smitty before marriage*

kryoz: So, I heard you like bad boys.

smitty and vanoss: Not really.

kryoz: Oh thank God.

kryoz: How's the cutest person here~?

smitty: I don't know, how are they~?

kryoz, flustered: I-

vanoss, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

smii7y: Sometimes, kryoz makes me so angry.

moo: You are sitting in his lap.

smii7y: Angrily.

I just spent an hour on this. I don’t even know why I made it but the glasses being his soul really hit me hard. I was tired, no warm up, and it looks awful but while I’m still in this half awake half asleep mode I’m going to share it.