44th Revolution: Somebody is going to die
[Accidental video - Huey is walking up to the door of his apartment, looking dead tired, a certain little Zecter riding in his hair. The bags under his eyes showing that he's currently in no posistion to answer any questions. He is so tired that he nearly trips over a box placed on his doorstep around the same time his phone goes off.
Wearily he digs around in his pocket to produce the item and goes straight to his messages to see that he has a package waiting for him. Which would be the package that he nearly tripped over. Confused he picks up the box and starts to open it.
Tired eyes give way to being fully alert as the boy lets the box drop to the ground before he shakily starts to fish inside and pulls out boxes. Boxes of condoms. Unlubricated, lubricated, cherry flavored, strawberry flavored, ribbed, ultra-sensitive, and the awe/nightmare inducing Magnum XLs. Whatever type of condom man has made...they're in the box, along with a nice pack of cigarettes.
Frantically Huey searches the box for the sender but as he stares at the shipping label he sees nothing aside from the reciever which reads - To: Huey (Stud).
The boy just glares at the box with the fury of five-thousand suns and curses rather loudly about the idiot who dared to send him a box full of profolactics.]
[ooc: Due to a discussion of studs from this curse and another discussion between unwitting pupil and master plus Chuck losing his mojo for a day and being assisted by Tsurugi - this happened. Action welcomed for people who live in Building #1 that heard Huey's cursing.]
Wearily he digs around in his pocket to produce the item and goes straight to his messages to see that he has a package waiting for him. Which would be the package that he nearly tripped over. Confused he picks up the box and starts to open it.
Tired eyes give way to being fully alert as the boy lets the box drop to the ground before he shakily starts to fish inside and pulls out boxes. Boxes of condoms. Unlubricated, lubricated, cherry flavored, strawberry flavored, ribbed, ultra-sensitive, and the awe/nightmare inducing Magnum XLs. Whatever type of condom man has made...they're in the box, along with a nice pack of cigarettes.
Frantically Huey searches the box for the sender but as he stares at the shipping label he sees nothing aside from the reciever which reads - To: Huey (Stud).
The boy just glares at the box with the fury of five-thousand suns and curses rather loudly about the idiot who dared to send him a box full of profolactics.]
[ooc: Due to a discussion of studs from this curse and another discussion between unwitting pupil and master plus Chuck losing his mojo for a day and being assisted by Tsurugi - this happened. Action welcomed for people who live in Building #1 that heard Huey's cursing.]