<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Liam Vang<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sinfully Sweet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, Who so ever is present<br/><strong>Content:</strong>talking, sugar fix, music talk<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something like this<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div>and a longer version of  this<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div>and a fake fur coat<br/><hr/>"I guess that makes two of us then. Raise the glorious flag of freak and let wave defiantly in the air until the end of days!" he proclaimed as they talked about their shared perspectives of themselves as odd. The hand which clutched the muffin stretched up into the air in an almost cartoonish fashion. He held the pose for a minute or before letting himself lower his hand so he could take a bite of said muffin. One might very well have assumed that he was now running on  a sugar high-like state of mind, but of course, this was just how he was.<br/><br/>"Those people who don't like them have no damn taste as far as I can see. My personal favorite is Angels, Mother Earth, or It's The Fear." he took a long sip of his coffee before he began to answer her question. "Why yes we have, though we havn't-" His sentence cut off when Isis entered the building. "Speak of the devil." Liam giggled before greeting. "Oh I'm lovely dahling. How about you?"