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WHO: Apollo/pirateapollo and Jan/bitchin_beanie
WHAT: Apollo's babysitting Jan's guns! And he can't have them back yet. :(
WHERE: Jungle
WHEN: Today
It was with sharp, hungry interest that Jan first noticed someone had invaded one of what had become his usual haunts. He wasted no time in creeping nearer, peering through the foliage to try and see just who his next meal would be -- until he caught a flash of bright hair. Familiar bright hair.
In fact, the bright hair that was the current owner of all of his guns.
His mood shifted away from hunger, leaning instead toward something like pleasure. "Hey! Twatwaffle!" He waved an arm as he pushed through the bushes, all pretense of stalking forgotten. "The fuck're you doing over here?"
WHAT: Apollo's babysitting Jan's guns! And he can't have them back yet. :(
WHERE: Jungle
WHEN: Today
It was with sharp, hungry interest that Jan first noticed someone had invaded one of what had become his usual haunts. He wasted no time in creeping nearer, peering through the foliage to try and see just who his next meal would be -- until he caught a flash of bright hair. Familiar bright hair.
In fact, the bright hair that was the current owner of all of his guns.
His mood shifted away from hunger, leaning instead toward something like pleasure. "Hey! Twatwaffle!" He waved an arm as he pushed through the bushes, all pretense of stalking forgotten. "The fuck're you doing over here?"