PRE-DATED TO BEFORE DEATH ROBOTS FROM SPACE

[halfcocked]

[is it the middle of camp? you bet your ASS it is.

and wandering around it in FABULOUS fashion is one supernaturally well-groomed trapnoah. he seems to be looking for something, and it ain't shampoo. probably.Not here, not there, not here either . . . hmm, what kind of monster hunt is this? Hey, vampire! Vaaaaaaaampire? Moooooonster, where

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[healingcock]

... looks like it got a little louder.

[halfcocked]

Oh, it's you.

[healingcock]

This isn't as disturbing as I thought it would be. I'm almost disappointed.

[halfcocked]

So you recognize me! Not bad, Boyfriend Angel. Or is it Fuckbuddy Angel this week? Ehhh, well~ can't remember~

[healingcock]

[rolls his eyes]

Figured you'd be twice as annoying, though.

[halfcocked]

I really wasn't sure! But it doesn't make much of a difference to me anyway.

[healingcock]

So, what, are you like this indefinitely now? Tch.

[halfcocked]

Mm, nope, it doesn't work that way. We're just finishing a job off. Why would you care?

[healingcock]

I want to know if I should invest in some earplugs. That way I can enjoy how ridiculous you look without having to listen to you.

[halfcocked]

We weren't really planning on spending much time with you, Boyfriend Angel. Fuck you, you think this is ridiculous?

[healingcock]

Even I don't spend that much time on my hair.

[halfcocked]

Obviously.

[waves at with a tendril of hair :D]

[healingcock]

... the hell.

[halfcocked]

Like you said, we spent a lot of time on all of this!

[healingcock]

An absurd amount, clearly.

[halfcocked]

You can't rush quality, Boyfriend Angel!