fic: me pete, you patrick [1/1]

[fidelian]

Pete isn’t that fond of being a caveman, not really. It’s tedious and lonely and, sometimes, freaking dangerous. He doesn’t remember when he was born or how he became alone, but alone he is, roaming through the wilderness, trying to find shelter or protection.

It gets pretty fucking boring, actually.

That is, until he meets Patrick.

Pete has

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[_slashygoodness]

I... I have no idea what I think of this. On one hand, it's like "aww, so cute!". On the other, it's like "wtf?!". And thus I am left confused beyond belief.

[fidelian]

Lol, I love your confusion. :D And understand it completely. I'm still a little baffled.

[_slashygoodness]

Dude, how did you even make it all the way through writing?

[fidelian]

I was so drunk, dude. So drunk. No, I seriously don't know. :D It was one of the funniest stories ever to write, though.

[_slashygoodness]

Dude, what did I tell you about hanging out with Gabe? Nothing but hangovers and bloody hands. But yeah. I'd imagine it'd be funny as hell to write.

[fidelian]

I'm going to have to break up with Gabe, aren't I? Damnit.

[_slashygoodness]

Well, just don't go out with him every night. It can't be good for the internal organs either, all that drankin'.