Did you know pigs can get sunburns?
Who: Nnoitra Jiruga and Tesla Lindocruz
Where:Their 'borrowed' apartment. Borrowed from a DEAD PERSON HA HA
When: backdated to the afternoon of August 17th
What: Tesla finds a unique way to beat the heat. Nnoitra wants his fucking beer.
Warnings: If you try this at home, I will laugh at you when you win your Darwin award. Tesla is an imaginary dead guy, he won't die from lack of oxygen, but you will, asshole.
Whoops mods could you delete the 'nnoitra jirgua" tag cause I fucked up and forgot how to spell goodz.
He'd tossed the food in the garbage and the many trays and containers he had neatly stacked beside the refrigerator so that he could put them back once it has finally cooled down - if it ever did. Then he'd stripped down to his hakama and crawled inside the empty space he'd made, drawing his knees to his chest and pulling the door closed with his foot.
Ahh.
It was cool and dark in this cave. Tesla pressed his back against the cool wall, letting the chilly air blow over him. He reached out for one of the beer bottles on the door and pressed the cold glass against his face. That was even better! He set that one down in the space between his thighs and chest, grabbing another one to hold against his face. There were more in the racks - he was sure of it - so Nnoitra-sama wouldn't have to suffer with drinking a warm beer.
Although with the way he'd acted throughout this disgusting heatwave, Nnoitra-sama probably wouldn't give a shit about his beer being warm. Or if he was even missing one... Tesla set the beer bottle on the crown of his head, leaning up so that it was sandwiched between his skull and the roof of the refrigerator. He grabbed yet another beer and twisted the top off, quickly drinking it down so that his insides would be as cool as his outsides were going to be. He let out a sigh of satisfaction and let the empty bottle roll down his lower legs, coming to rest on his bare feet.
He took the bottle from his head and pressed the neck against his own throat again, enjoying the feel of the chill seeping into his over-heated skin.
Where:Their 'borrowed' apartment. Borrowed from a DEAD PERSON HA HA
When: backdated to the afternoon of August 17th
What: Tesla finds a unique way to beat the heat. Nnoitra wants his fucking beer.
Warnings: If you try this at home, I will laugh at you when you win your Darwin award. Tesla is an imaginary dead guy, he won't die from lack of oxygen, but you will, asshole.
Whoops mods could you delete the 'nnoitra jirgua" tag cause I fucked up and forgot how to spell goodz.
He'd tossed the food in the garbage and the many trays and containers he had neatly stacked beside the refrigerator so that he could put them back once it has finally cooled down - if it ever did. Then he'd stripped down to his hakama and crawled inside the empty space he'd made, drawing his knees to his chest and pulling the door closed with his foot.
Ahh.
It was cool and dark in this cave. Tesla pressed his back against the cool wall, letting the chilly air blow over him. He reached out for one of the beer bottles on the door and pressed the cold glass against his face. That was even better! He set that one down in the space between his thighs and chest, grabbing another one to hold against his face. There were more in the racks - he was sure of it - so Nnoitra-sama wouldn't have to suffer with drinking a warm beer.
Although with the way he'd acted throughout this disgusting heatwave, Nnoitra-sama probably wouldn't give a shit about his beer being warm. Or if he was even missing one... Tesla set the beer bottle on the crown of his head, leaning up so that it was sandwiched between his skull and the roof of the refrigerator. He grabbed yet another beer and twisted the top off, quickly drinking it down so that his insides would be as cool as his outsides were going to be. He let out a sigh of satisfaction and let the empty bottle roll down his lower legs, coming to rest on his bare feet.
He took the bottle from his head and pressed the neck against his own throat again, enjoying the feel of the chill seeping into his over-heated skin.