06-29-2017, 06:42 PM
“Hey bro!” Sterling says from astride my back, nudging me lightly to get my attention.
“Yeah?” I ask in response, glad that he's gone from totally wasted to mildly buzzed by now.
“So, that item we wanted? Yeah, it's gone now.”
I have to fight the overwhelming urge to let loose a string of expletives at our bad luck. Partially because I really don't want to deal with any more pain than what I already got on my plate, but also because it'd probably shock the shit out of Archer too, and he also doesn't need any of that shit. And it'd probably suck more than usual, what with the semi-congealed blood all over both of us.
Seriously, we look like Ebola victims here. We look so shitty that we'll probably be shot on sight as undead before anyone bothers to realize we're just a couple of barely conscious platonic man-friends who only sometimes do gay shit like riding each other. Distantly, I feel like some tall, angry Scottish priest is probably watching this and wishing us death/an eternity in hell. But it's all platonic up in this bitch. Just a couple of best friends taking a stroll and whispering in each others ear. No big deal.
Well, now that the item got snatched up, we gotta come up with a different plan. Lingling tells me there's a safehouse nearby where we could rest and plan our next move. Honestly, I'd rather keep moving, but maybe they got a shower and some medical supplies there. Papa Piccolo's genes ain't been working their magic here, so I'm gonna hafta settle for some old-school action. I just hope Archer knows first-aid, cuz they only thing my Computer Mom bothered to teach me was a bunch of fighting techniques and that I should murder Goku. Bitch didn't even teach me basic math.
With a sigh, I trundle my ass off towards the Safehouse.
“Yeah?” I ask in response, glad that he's gone from totally wasted to mildly buzzed by now.
“So, that item we wanted? Yeah, it's gone now.”
I have to fight the overwhelming urge to let loose a string of expletives at our bad luck. Partially because I really don't want to deal with any more pain than what I already got on my plate, but also because it'd probably shock the shit out of Archer too, and he also doesn't need any of that shit. And it'd probably suck more than usual, what with the semi-congealed blood all over both of us.
Seriously, we look like Ebola victims here. We look so shitty that we'll probably be shot on sight as undead before anyone bothers to realize we're just a couple of barely conscious platonic man-friends who only sometimes do gay shit like riding each other. Distantly, I feel like some tall, angry Scottish priest is probably watching this and wishing us death/an eternity in hell. But it's all platonic up in this bitch. Just a couple of best friends taking a stroll and whispering in each others ear. No big deal.
Well, now that the item got snatched up, we gotta come up with a different plan. Lingling tells me there's a safehouse nearby where we could rest and plan our next move. Honestly, I'd rather keep moving, but maybe they got a shower and some medical supplies there. Papa Piccolo's genes ain't been working their magic here, so I'm gonna hafta settle for some old-school action. I just hope Archer knows first-aid, cuz they only thing my Computer Mom bothered to teach me was a bunch of fighting techniques and that I should murder Goku. Bitch didn't even teach me basic math.
With a sigh, I trundle my ass off towards the Safehouse.
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