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keepcruising2016-11-15 05:39 pm
injectablefame) wrote in keepcruising2016-11-15 05:39 pm
they're writing notes on each other in their sleep obvs
goodluckkobra
2016-11-16 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
is it the kinda job that's gonna be fun or the kind that's gonna piss me off? or is it a blow job?
the fuck outta here. you haven't done anything to earn one of those
listen. you need to hold down your shitty brother, so what do you want? arms or legs? i'm giving you first pick because i like you
listen. you need to hold down your shitty brother, so what do you want? arms or legs? i'm giving you first pick because i like you
everyone wakes up with sharpie dicks on their faces and no water to wash them off
goodluckkobra
2016-11-17 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
I'm takin the legs. he's gonna bite uuuuu 8D
gonna tell me what you're planning? not riskin life and limb and my balls for something stupid
oh yeah...i bet u are going to get kicked in the balls hahahha
but ok no i found this stuff called 7dust or smth like that. supposed to kill bugs. i aint takin this shit any more
but ok no i found this stuff called 7dust or smth like that. supposed to kill bugs. i aint takin this shit any more
THAT'S NOT A TREEEEEE IT HAS BALLS AND EVERYTHING GOD!!!!!
goodluckkobra
2016-11-17 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
man you are gonna be sleepin with one eye open for a month
Re: WHOSE DICK DID YOU USE AS A REFERENCE I THINK THEY NEED HELP
goodluckkobra
2016-11-17 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
askin me to pick sides ain't fair. Party bites harder than u tho
not flexible enough. gonna need someone else to do it ;)
u are a horrible friend and I'm going to jizz on everything you own :)
o i c what u did there but I found your magazines already :(
( the incident that Ghoul mentally refers to as The Damned Dusting had mostly been a success. the ambush went okay and at least some of the powder had ended up on Party, so it was like a miracle in motion. Ghoul wasn't sure how well the stuff would work; it was old, but hell, it was either harmless weird-smelling white dust or it had evolved into a superpoison. only time would tell whether or not it made a dent in Party's flea population.
waiting for the fallout, though, was the worst part. Ghoul made it a point to keep himself scarce, but after about two days of dodging whatever repercussions Party might have in store for him, he'd started feeling the lack of sleep. not only was it annoying as shit, he knew it was also dangerous. he needed to be able to nap without fear of pain or death before he ended up face-first in a half-made bomb, or on the wrong end of a gun.
so he'd come up with a lame, sleep-deprived plan.
he waited until Party was seated in one of the diner's booths before slinking his way up. carefully, quietly. then he silently slid onto the bench next to him, laying on his side across it, resting his head in Party's lap beneath the table and drawing his knees up to fit all nice and compact in the seat. it was a weird, olive-branch sort of gesture that he figured might-maybe get him out of trouble. cutesy shit like that usually worked on Jet, anyway.
and for good reason. who could stay mad at that? )
waiting for the fallout, though, was the worst part. Ghoul made it a point to keep himself scarce, but after about two days of dodging whatever repercussions Party might have in store for him, he'd started feeling the lack of sleep. not only was it annoying as shit, he knew it was also dangerous. he needed to be able to nap without fear of pain or death before he ended up face-first in a half-made bomb, or on the wrong end of a gun.
so he'd come up with a lame, sleep-deprived plan.
he waited until Party was seated in one of the diner's booths before slinking his way up. carefully, quietly. then he silently slid onto the bench next to him, laying on his side across it, resting his head in Party's lap beneath the table and drawing his knees up to fit all nice and compact in the seat. it was a weird, olive-branch sort of gesture that he figured might-maybe get him out of trouble. cutesy shit like that usually worked on Jet, anyway.
and for good reason. who could stay mad at that? )
[ Party's a lot more aware than anyone gives him credit for, but he lets Ghoul act all sneaky, anyway, rolling his eyes at his stolen magazine. Sometimes it's more fun to let someone worry about your revenge than to actually carry out anything. Dumb motherfucker's been skittering around Party like a cockroach and some sadistic part of Party's brain thinks that that's just fine with him.
He flips a page, barely looking down at Ghoul. After a moment he lets out a breath, closing the magazine and placing it on the table. Wordlessly, he snakes a hand down to Ghoul's hair and takes a tight grip, twisting his hand. ]
Lookin' awfully fuckin' guilty, sunshine.
[ He tugs harder. ]
He flips a page, barely looking down at Ghoul. After a moment he lets out a breath, closing the magazine and placing it on the table. Wordlessly, he snakes a hand down to Ghoul's hair and takes a tight grip, twisting his hand. ]
Lookin' awfully fuckin' guilty, sunshine.
[ He tugs harder. ]
Me? ( nonsense. complete and utter nonsense. Ghoul ends up having the gall to sound surprised at the accusation, like a guy can't flop around and look pitiful anymore without having an ulterior motive.
the hand wrenching around in his hair is... tolerable, so he makes no move against it- he probably deserves it, fine, he'll accept that if it'll make Party feel better. but it continues pulling, and harder at that, and that's what eventually has him flinching beneath the table with a quiet grunt of protest. ) C'mon, fuck off. ( he turns his face downwards a bit, burrowing further in to Party's leg as if that'll help him relieve the pressure against his scalp.
in order to make his stance of fuckin' damn let go extra-clear, though, he makes sure to sink his teeth in to the topside of Party's thigh, a few inches above his knee.
may not be all that effective, though, because Kobra was right. Ghoul doesn't bite as hard as Party does. )
the hand wrenching around in his hair is... tolerable, so he makes no move against it- he probably deserves it, fine, he'll accept that if it'll make Party feel better. but it continues pulling, and harder at that, and that's what eventually has him flinching beneath the table with a quiet grunt of protest. ) C'mon, fuck off. ( he turns his face downwards a bit, burrowing further in to Party's leg as if that'll help him relieve the pressure against his scalp.
in order to make his stance of fuckin' damn let go extra-clear, though, he makes sure to sink his teeth in to the topside of Party's thigh, a few inches above his knee.
may not be all that effective, though, because Kobra was right. Ghoul doesn't bite as hard as Party does. )
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