So I'm thinking of this here story, right. Any of you that see this: how would you like me writing a tale of an idealization of my furry self bumping into an amazing, pretty vixen during his Junior year in high school, becoming friends with her, then her boyfriend, then discovering a secret about her?

HINT: This is meant to explain my feelings on human sexuality in general and what I believe is the most important thing about a relationship. And here's a little sample for the fuck of it:

Generally speaking, Elric was usually relatively attentive to where he was walking; but fatigue bore down hard, biting on his nerves with serrated teeth. The result was that he'd run into someone and it hadn't registered for a good second or two. He turned to face his victim, whom he couldn't help but stare at.

His deceptive, tired eyes could swear that before him stood an image that had long been chiselled into his skull; a vision of deceptively perfected beauty. A vixen in a simple maroon skirt that reached to midway down her shapely thighs, and a plain-white blouse that was buttoned to the very top save two buttons. She didn't dress like the majority of the other prissy, bubble-gum girls in the school, and didn't try to add anything like earrings or other piercings, and most notably of all she had no paints on the gray to the russet or to the creamy white of her coat.

No; she was really there. No mirage. Curious, his instincts told him to apologize to her shocking green eyes, but something was keeping him from talking, keeping him held in her gaze like a puppet on strings for that astranged few seconds.

"...I... Eh, sorry. I should have watched where I was going," the hedgehog mentioned, with about the balance and subtlety of trying to throw knives with the wrong hand. He stood uneasy before her, and her response took the patience of a few moments. In almost a whisper, she noted, "It's okay." Her voice was reminiscent of a high-range male vocalist; it was actually a tone that hit a soft spot in the other's heart.