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Title: Flipper Has No Brain :D
Characters: Roxas (blondjailbait) and Kadaj (silvertease)
Location: Jurassic Park :x
Summary: Roxas is lost. And in serious danger!
Rating: PG-13. Language and sexual implications.
Roxas was hopelessly lost.
He hadn't changed his udnerwear in days, and felt sweaty and disgusting no matter how many dips he took in the hot springs or the cool streams. His face was covered with sweat, pimples, and moquito bites. He abandoned his shirt long ago, and his shoes were caked with about seven layers of mud and dirt.
They were Converse, too.
Wiping his forehead, the blond stepped out of the brush and into a clearing. The sun only seemed to beat down on his face more, and he turned to retreat abck into the forest - when a scaly-somethign about the size of a bowling ball moved near the forest's edge. Curious, he approached, and instantly regretted this movement.
The bowling-ball thing was a head.
A dinosaur head.
A very big dinosaur head.
With a shrill scream Roxas backpedalled, only managing to slip and fall butt-first on the dewey grass.
Two curious, black eyes studied him from either side of the monster's head. It was an apatosaurus, chewing slowly on the ferns that hung limply out of its mouth.
Roxas misinterpretted this as "CRAZY KILLER EATCHU RUN" and screamed again.
Characters: Roxas (blondjailbait) and Kadaj (silvertease)
Location: Jurassic Park :x
Summary: Roxas is lost. And in serious danger!
Rating: PG-13. Language and sexual implications.
Roxas was hopelessly lost.
He hadn't changed his udnerwear in days, and felt sweaty and disgusting no matter how many dips he took in the hot springs or the cool streams. His face was covered with sweat, pimples, and moquito bites. He abandoned his shirt long ago, and his shoes were caked with about seven layers of mud and dirt.
They were Converse, too.
Wiping his forehead, the blond stepped out of the brush and into a clearing. The sun only seemed to beat down on his face more, and he turned to retreat abck into the forest - when a scaly-somethign about the size of a bowling ball moved near the forest's edge. Curious, he approached, and instantly regretted this movement.
The bowling-ball thing was a head.
A dinosaur head.
A very big dinosaur head.
With a shrill scream Roxas backpedalled, only managing to slip and fall butt-first on the dewey grass.
Two curious, black eyes studied him from either side of the monster's head. It was an apatosaurus, chewing slowly on the ferns that hung limply out of its mouth.
Roxas misinterpretted this as "CRAZY KILLER EATCHU RUN" and screamed again.