Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me...
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Jack is a boy. Boy full of bravo and macho toughness; quite stubborn and stupid, too. Reckless and careless and other boyish things.
He was a male. With a male's voice and long shapeless body that was somewhere in the lines of awkward puberty; with no rising mounds on his chest nor the signature rotund hips. He was a boy through and through.
So why does he, the Dragon of Wind, want to kiss him breathless. Why does he, the ever suave male, want him to notice him. He is a boy, too, you know. He should like girls; girls with cushion-y breasts and rounded rolling hips and sweet dulcet voices. Kimiko is one such female...though her chest is child-flat and her little girl hips don't undulate yet, but she is still female.
But pretty girl Kimiko does not make him sigh in perpetual longing nor does she make his heart go 'thump-a-thump'.
Jack...is sort of like a girl, though...His perfectly manicured black nails and high-like-a-girl's voice. His smelling of fruit hair and that make-up over his eye. Submissive and reeking of do-me. He clings with need and begs and pouts so prettily as well.
Still, Jack is a boy. He is a boy, too. Its un-manly to desire a flat body like his own and he is macho. Forget Jack and his boy body.
He likes girls with their bouncy bosoms and curving swelling, not boys with formless prepubescent bodies and manicured black nails.
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I spread like a disease...
