101 + Sasha Nein [TEXT]

[truepsychictale]

Hello, I am missing my right arm. If found please return to me. It is identifiable because it is green and has scars on it that form a number '13' on it.

Private to Tyki
Lets talk.

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[cures_insanity]

[So he had his previously missing hand back now, which was good, but there was still the issue of sticking it back on. And who would know better how that might work than Sasha?

So he makes his way over to Sasha's room with the hand in question in his pocket, not bothering to knock as he swings open the door- it's not like he could be doing anything that important in there, anyway. Right?]

Hey, Sasha?

[action]

[truepsychictale]

[He would walk into Sasha and Eddie's room, the first thing he might notice was the bed, secondly, would be Sasha pinning Eddie to the bed, his single hand slipped under the Roadie's shirt. He sent out his post about 15 minutes ago, so it was plenty enough time to do something. He would look for his arm in a day when the rush was over.

Then his door was opened. And he removed his mouth from the hollow of the Roadie's neck. Figures once he gets a working phone this happens. He freezes, like a deer in the headlights]

Razputin?

[action]

[kingroadie]

[The second thing he would notice after the horror subsided would be a cougar hiding under the bed in terror.

MOMMY AND DADDY WERE MAKING MORE COUGARS.

Eddie had been decently focused on the fact he was pinned to the bed, his only arm focused on messing Sasha's hair up as he laid back. Obviously enjoying the attention if the little sound he made was anything to go by. He blinking in confusion as Sasha pulls away.]

Hunh? [Eddie needs a few moments to process, he's kind of in a good place right now, of make outs, metal and cougars.]

[action]

[cures_insanity]

[Wow okay what.

what.

It takes a few seconds of staring for his brain to start making sense of what he's seeing.

Though even then all he's really getting from it is WTF??]

Woah, what the- Sasha!?

[DOES NOT COMPUTE. Unfortunately the part of his brain that might have gone 'hey, maybe this is a bad time and you should come back later' was taking an impromptu vacation.]

What are you- who's- is that a cougar!?

[prazerbutterfly]

[Tyki's just heading straight towards Sasha's room, use to kicking down his door/assuming he doesn't have a faciliberry. Going to just phase right into the room. Yeah, he does that]

You wanted something?

[truepsychictale]

[Luckily, he won't encounter makeouts, but he will encounter a slightly frazzled Sasha.]

You mention something last week about memories?

[prazerbutterfly]

[If he ever did, he'd just sit down in a chair and watch/wait until they were done]

I'm still thinking about it.

[truepsychictale]

[Thank you Tyki. For being totally creepy.]

What exactly is going on?

[caligulasaqua]

its a fuckin arm
howw hard can that be to find arms are huge

[truepsychictale]

Knowing my luck, it is buried somewhere.

[caligulasaqua]

they wwouldnt REALLY bury our things wwould they

[truepsychictale]

Think about who we're talking about.

[psionichax0r]

the advantage2 of haviing uncommon 2kiin tone2.
+1

[truepsychictale]

It does make like exponentially easier.

[psionichax0r]

ii'm ju2t glad ii'll be able two tell which tongue ii2 miine.