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notkinkypatch) wrote2013-03-26 01:07 am
notkinkypatch) wrote2013-03-26 01:07 am
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"Speaking of Crossovers, Don't Forget about Alien vs. Predator"
Nooooobody knoooows the amount moldy ass brushes I've seen todaaaaaaaaaay...nooooobody knoooows my sorrrroooowww....[Badou croons, loitering leisurely as fuck longways on a steel bench.
Now, that's not the surprisi-...weir-...uncharacteristic part.
It's the setting. The fact that he's crammed in a jail holding cell with about five other dudes and one chick (maybe??? those teats are pretty hair but...but in his soul, he felt it. The beating heart of a pureish maiden).
Okay, okay, fine, asshole. That's not the surprising part. What's surprising is how calm he is. A cigarette dangles between his lips, aiding in the musty atmosphere within, but he hasn't pissed his pants. Hasn't cried. And only did a little begging, certainly not on his knees.]
Dunno what you're so happy about. Here I was thinking Nails' brother had finally grown up and got a little responsibility., Then, low and behold, here you are at a bust, hair flying, boogers imminent. Damn kids these days...between you and Mimi- [The owner of the familiar and permanently irritated tone when Addressing a Nails was the one and only Doug, the mustache'd copper extraordinaire. He grouches at the redhead from the other side of the bars, steaming coffee in hand.]
Mimi's got her own shitplate, don't try to give me some of her sides. I don't even fuckin' like peas... [Badou cracks his eye open and snorts, wisps of smoke leaking from his nostrils.] More like bustin' nuts. Nice to know you were bustin' a nut thinkin' bout me too, Doug ol' pal. I just thought I'd stop by, see a few'a my old buddies. God damn, you guys look like the pieces of shit you coax on their knees in the alley on sixteenth.
[His sass is met with mostly harmless intent laughter. A well kept figure of a man, fucking furs, FURS, draped over his narrow shoulders, settles against the bench, pushing Badou's long legs aside, and damn near purring his point] Some shit never changes, mini Nails. Still as ballsy as ever.
[Badou and his 'mini' Nails let out a nervous huff and quickly slides to a sitting position, hands on his knees. Just in case.] How bout we keep Nails' balls right where they are, thanks. I'm gonna need those when I get outta here in a minute or two.
[Funny how when Heine said he'd pay his bail, HE FUCKING NEVER SHOWED HIS LAZY, IGLOO PALE ASSHOLE TO DO SO]
Now, that's not the surprisi-...weir-...uncharacteristic part.
It's the setting. The fact that he's crammed in a jail holding cell with about five other dudes and one chick (maybe??? those teats are pretty hair but...but in his soul, he felt it. The beating heart of a pureish maiden).
Okay, okay, fine, asshole. That's not the surprising part. What's surprising is how calm he is. A cigarette dangles between his lips, aiding in the musty atmosphere within, but he hasn't pissed his pants. Hasn't cried. And only did a little begging, certainly not on his knees.]
Dunno what you're so happy about. Here I was thinking Nails' brother had finally grown up and got a little responsibility., Then, low and behold, here you are at a bust, hair flying, boogers imminent. Damn kids these days...between you and Mimi- [The owner of the familiar and permanently irritated tone when Addressing a Nails was the one and only Doug, the mustache'd copper extraordinaire. He grouches at the redhead from the other side of the bars, steaming coffee in hand.]
Mimi's got her own shitplate, don't try to give me some of her sides. I don't even fuckin' like peas... [Badou cracks his eye open and snorts, wisps of smoke leaking from his nostrils.] More like bustin' nuts. Nice to know you were bustin' a nut thinkin' bout me too, Doug ol' pal. I just thought I'd stop by, see a few'a my old buddies. God damn, you guys look like the pieces of shit you coax on their knees in the alley on sixteenth.
[His sass is met with mostly harmless intent laughter. A well kept figure of a man, fucking furs, FURS, draped over his narrow shoulders, settles against the bench, pushing Badou's long legs aside, and damn near purring his point] Some shit never changes, mini Nails. Still as ballsy as ever.
[Badou and his 'mini' Nails let out a nervous huff and quickly slides to a sitting position, hands on his knees. Just in case.] How bout we keep Nails' balls right where they are, thanks. I'm gonna need those when I get outta here in a minute or two.
[Funny how when Heine said he'd pay his bail, HE FUCKING NEVER SHOWED HIS LAZY, IGLOO PALE ASSHOLE TO DO SO]