Guess who's coming?! It be the god of the blows!
Who: brosephgoebbels and ironicpurposes
When: Tuesday
Where: 31A
Summary: Dave's gone and got broken. UH-GAINNNNNN. Bro is very late on this uptake and is just finding this out.
Rating: R
Warnings: Uhhh. Attempted child abuse?? Also, Striders. Striders are their own warning too.
This was prime fuckin' real estate on training, bitch, these floors.
Okay, so Bro had spent approximately the first million hours sliding around this shit, not gonna lie. First it was the shoes, skating his ass down the hall, and then it was sliding around on his stomach and pretending he was a penguin. Penguins had the fucking life, he didn't know why more people didn't do this shit so much. And also the tricks down the staircase.
He was fully aware of the problem with the stairs. Thoroughly warned.
As of right now, it was enough fucking around. Actually, it had been a long time since he'd seen that little scrawny mini him roaching around the place, and it was time for some goddamn comeuppance. He wasn't Italian anymore, and this shit was going full-fledged downtown. Bro was skating his way down the hall on his heels as though he had one of those obnoxious pair of wheeled sneakers, Aizen's old katana still hefted over his shoulder. He'd never given it back, but the dude had stopped hounding him. Bro guessed he'd gotten the boot. Worked in his favor, didn't it?
Speaking of his favor. It was about then that Bro was shimmying silently into Dave's suite and towards his room. Without so much as a warning or a moment's notice, he immediately booted down the door, sword hefted high once he was inside the room. "Prepare to feel the long dick of the motherfuckin' law, squeezy chees--" He cut off, abruptly, once the door was open.
He missed something here.
When: Tuesday
Where: 31A
Summary: Dave's gone and got broken. UH-GAINNNNNN. Bro is very late on this uptake and is just finding this out.
Rating: R
Warnings: Uhhh. Attempted child abuse?? Also, Striders. Striders are their own warning too.
This was prime fuckin' real estate on training, bitch, these floors.
Okay, so Bro had spent approximately the first million hours sliding around this shit, not gonna lie. First it was the shoes, skating his ass down the hall, and then it was sliding around on his stomach and pretending he was a penguin. Penguins had the fucking life, he didn't know why more people didn't do this shit so much. And also the tricks down the staircase.
He was fully aware of the problem with the stairs. Thoroughly warned.
As of right now, it was enough fucking around. Actually, it had been a long time since he'd seen that little scrawny mini him roaching around the place, and it was time for some goddamn comeuppance. He wasn't Italian anymore, and this shit was going full-fledged downtown. Bro was skating his way down the hall on his heels as though he had one of those obnoxious pair of wheeled sneakers, Aizen's old katana still hefted over his shoulder. He'd never given it back, but the dude had stopped hounding him. Bro guessed he'd gotten the boot. Worked in his favor, didn't it?
Speaking of his favor. It was about then that Bro was shimmying silently into Dave's suite and towards his room. Without so much as a warning or a moment's notice, he immediately booted down the door, sword hefted high once he was inside the room. "Prepare to feel the long dick of the motherfuckin' law, squeezy chees--" He cut off, abruptly, once the door was open.
He missed something here.