Okay. Okay okay. This is fine, this is all good, everything's cool. God damn was he ever fuckin' lucky to find a guy who actually types like a normal fuckin dude. Just gotta... yanno, dig through these texts, see what this new dude's whole deal is -- oooh, bang buddies, cool, cool, nice -- sexy thirst trap of his boyfriend, double win, boy did he hitch his horse to the right... horse. Damn, if only the others were here, they'd probably... really........ like these bodies............
Huh.
The thing about getting away with a crime of opportunity is that the next time the opportunity arises, you're more likely to double-down. Pickles, feeling fucking awesome and powerful in this six-foot-tall body with a huge dick and apparently legendary tolerance, is most certainly going to go for it.
Seriously, how hard can it be to brain some nerd with a bottle? He used to do it all the time.
The knock startles him, then galvanizes him into action.]
Uhhhh-!!! Just a seeeecond! [As he sing-songs out, he moves the heavy ceramic jug by the bed closer to the door, testing the weight as he goes. Yeah, should be good enough...
Pickles pulls open the door with sunny grin, never mind the bruising around his face or the missing back molar from where Sharky ate it on the stairs. He realizes as he does that he fucking did not pay attention to the name. Ossie or Giles? ...Guy looks like a Giles.]
Heeeeeeyyyyy. [And to Pickles' credit (or luck), he does manage to sound pretty much exactly like a hung-over Sharky.] Awww, lookit the spread, man! That's so nice of ya... [...Now he feels a little bad about this, but -- well, shit. Toki would bring him snacks, too, you know!] Here, c'mon in!!! Heh, I'd ask if you wanna beer but I don't got any. [He drank them already.]
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Okay. Okay okay. This is fine, this is all good, everything's cool. God damn was he ever fuckin' lucky to find a guy who actually types like a normal fuckin dude. Just gotta... yanno, dig through these texts, see what this new dude's whole deal is -- oooh, bang buddies, cool, cool, nice -- sexy thirst trap of his boyfriend, double win, boy did he hitch his horse to the right... horse. Damn, if only the others were here, they'd probably... really........ like these bodies............
Huh.
The thing about getting away with a crime of opportunity is that the next time the opportunity arises, you're more likely to double-down. Pickles, feeling fucking awesome and powerful in this six-foot-tall body with a huge dick and apparently legendary tolerance, is most certainly going to go for it.
Seriously, how hard can it be to brain some nerd with a bottle? He used to do it all the time.
The knock startles him, then galvanizes him into action.]
Uhhhh-!!! Just a seeeecond! [As he sing-songs out, he moves the heavy ceramic jug by the bed closer to the door, testing the weight as he goes. Yeah, should be good enough...
Pickles pulls open the door with sunny grin, never mind the bruising around his face or the missing back molar from where Sharky ate it on the stairs. He realizes as he does that he fucking did not pay attention to the name. Ossie or Giles? ...Guy looks like a Giles.]
Heeeeeeyyyyy. [And to Pickles' credit (or luck), he does manage to sound pretty much exactly like a hung-over Sharky.] Awww, lookit the spread, man! That's so nice of ya... [...Now he feels a little bad about this, but -- well, shit. Toki would bring him snacks, too, you know!] Here, c'mon in!!! Heh, I'd ask if you wanna beer but I don't got any. [He drank them already.]