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IT ONLY TOOK FOREVER, but Yuri's finally past 1,000 comments. Thus! To celebrate, ask me anything. First impressions, thoughts on canon, requests for porn (You will deeply regret making this decision if you ask me for porn.), anything!
I will get to them when I wake up in the afternoon.
I will get to them when I wake up in the afternoon.
"What are you doing?" He lifted himself on his elbow, trying to ensure, as specifics Burnaby asked.
"Trying to find a lubricant," Steel said. He was a little obscure, was a marked improvement from the previous 10 minutes, six times before he was in Burnaby when you had to repeat his statement, but that he tries to have sex. "And the condom. Condom is good."
Glasses was also good. Where did he do? "Glasses."
It hit a steel wall at the ominous crack threw anything away from the bed. "What?"
"Glasses. What is my glasses?"
"Well," said stepped steel. Crunch under his feet something, and he winced. "Awe."
"... Do you have to do."
"I think I found the glasses," was the reply, and his legs wobble and lift the steel as a peer when he stepped on something dangerously. "Yeah."
"You just broke my glasses," said Burnaby. He sat on a fixed steel angriest glare and squint while her husband was intoxicated him.
Steel is down and he waved back, I forgot to put his feet, almost collapsed. "I did not intend to not. Do you have a pair of the owners? Of spades? Spuds? Extra."
"Spare," said Burnaby, Hadith remembered that steel broke his glasses. "You broke my glasses."
"You have them. Spare. I'll get a spare pair with you." Flashing Steel confusion. "It sounds strange."
"There are a pair of nightstand drawer. In the glass." Then he remembered that the contents of the drawer next to heaven was here on the bed. "Oh."
His eyes narrowed in some sense that some things like eyeglasses in his eyes and brought near, rummaged through the contents. None of them did. In his attempt to find a spare pair to shuffle the items, keep throwing them into the steel wall opposite the bed room, was prevented by.
A few minutes later, triumphantly raised above his head suddenly something steel. "Aha!" He said, and Burnaby, details on the object, he hoped it was the glasses.
"You are my glasses looking for?"
"No," ringing steel is very proud of himself waving his hand to his face what was before him, said. "I found the lubricant!"
Burnaby is, we want to kick the heavens, he was. Steel and squeaked, and destroy what he had, and poked the air snatched it over Burnaby.
"This," he said, "with no lubricant. They are eyedrops. Eyes."
"Huh," Steel said. He swept the contents of a night stand from the bed, crawling on top of Burnaby and half-half collapse Hadith. "Maybe we do not need a luge. The lute.'s Lubrication?"
Burnaby kicked empty again.
"Awe."
"Stop."
"I'm trying," murmured to the type of steel Burnaby, Hadith and headed to the pits for aimlessly around his crotch area. "What is this?"
"That," said Burnaby, "is my penis."
"Why is software Oooooh."
"Get off," said Burnaby was again, this time in the steel, rolled off the sky and listened. "I," Burnaby is "going to look for my glasses." Sitting on it
"Then?"
"I do not know," said Burnaby, down from the bed and then he walked toward the closet. Or at least, he tried to walk toward the closet, there was something he could not see lying on the floor, and, being drunk, he stumbled on it Failed to right itself. He fell to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Came the muffled voice from the bed of steel.
"No," replied Burnaby.
"Okay," Steel said.
And they that night, has laid off six.
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