09-03-2016, 09:14 PM
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…
Those were the thoughts running through Mulligan’s head as he speed-walked through the shopping district, speeders of all sizes and colors flying through the sky and in between the silver skyscrapers around him. After all, he had just dumped his most recent girlfriend, leaving her to God’s judgement in the face of the unpredictable nature of a dictatorship like Coruscant, and was running five minutes later than he should have been for his new date. As if that wasn’t bad enough, this NEW date was, if her oHarmony profile was correct, at least a little bit psychotic. That wasn’t the thing that put him on edge, though; at least this new date could handle a playboy well enough if she was calm.
He only needed to feel the several rings in the pockets of his white robes to understand the true gravity of what he was doing. The golden metal that once brought a feeling of warmth and understanding to him now shot a cold chill up his spine. If this was back home, he wouldn’t think twice about this. But he was in the Omniverse, a land filled with unusual beasties.
And, unlike back home, he wasn’t immortal.
He sighed, tapping his hands inside his pockets. Keep calm, man. You’ve been through much worse than this. I mean, it could be that one lady who tried to cut your head off because she identified as a grasshopper, so…
Rounding the corner, he looked up, seeing his date with a phone in her hand. She looked… rather pretty, he had to admit. Certainly not the prettiest person he’d ever seen, but he knew from experience that looks rarely determined the enjoyment of a date. He’d been with some ugly bitches, but for some reason, they were always the best sex partners. He never quite got that. He could only assume it was God’s way of apologizing to them.
The date, whose name was Sakura, wore what appeared to be a princess-like dress, similarly princess-like high heels, and gorgeous hair. To him, she looked like a Victorian-age upper-class woman, so he had to guess that she was from Camelot; she had some pretty hefty balls to do that, especially considering the not-so-stable stunt going on between the duo. He had to say he was impressed.
But would she forgive him for arriving late? Only one way to find out.
Taking a deep breath, he kept his hands in his pockets as he walked towards her from across the street. She did not notice him due to her staring at her phone, dialing for the taxi. It was only when she brought it up to her ear did she see him, and he was a couple feet away, hands stuffed into his pockets and an awkward smile on his face.
“Uh… excuse me..” he said, his cheeks blushed red, “are you… Sakura? I’m, uh… Eddy Mulligan.”
Those were the thoughts running through Mulligan’s head as he speed-walked through the shopping district, speeders of all sizes and colors flying through the sky and in between the silver skyscrapers around him. After all, he had just dumped his most recent girlfriend, leaving her to God’s judgement in the face of the unpredictable nature of a dictatorship like Coruscant, and was running five minutes later than he should have been for his new date. As if that wasn’t bad enough, this NEW date was, if her oHarmony profile was correct, at least a little bit psychotic. That wasn’t the thing that put him on edge, though; at least this new date could handle a playboy well enough if she was calm.
He only needed to feel the several rings in the pockets of his white robes to understand the true gravity of what he was doing. The golden metal that once brought a feeling of warmth and understanding to him now shot a cold chill up his spine. If this was back home, he wouldn’t think twice about this. But he was in the Omniverse, a land filled with unusual beasties.
And, unlike back home, he wasn’t immortal.
He sighed, tapping his hands inside his pockets. Keep calm, man. You’ve been through much worse than this. I mean, it could be that one lady who tried to cut your head off because she identified as a grasshopper, so…
Rounding the corner, he looked up, seeing his date with a phone in her hand. She looked… rather pretty, he had to admit. Certainly not the prettiest person he’d ever seen, but he knew from experience that looks rarely determined the enjoyment of a date. He’d been with some ugly bitches, but for some reason, they were always the best sex partners. He never quite got that. He could only assume it was God’s way of apologizing to them.
The date, whose name was Sakura, wore what appeared to be a princess-like dress, similarly princess-like high heels, and gorgeous hair. To him, she looked like a Victorian-age upper-class woman, so he had to guess that she was from Camelot; she had some pretty hefty balls to do that, especially considering the not-so-stable stunt going on between the duo. He had to say he was impressed.
But would she forgive him for arriving late? Only one way to find out.
Taking a deep breath, he kept his hands in his pockets as he walked towards her from across the street. She did not notice him due to her staring at her phone, dialing for the taxi. It was only when she brought it up to her ear did she see him, and he was a couple feet away, hands stuffed into his pockets and an awkward smile on his face.
“Uh… excuse me..” he said, his cheeks blushed red, “are you… Sakura? I’m, uh… Eddy Mulligan.”
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i may be all alone
but i'm here to tell ya honey
that i'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad to the bone
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