Banky wasn't the most damned social person ever. Half the time, when he'd gone out in the city it was because Holden had dragged his sorry ass out. The other half? Hooper had enticed him with free hooch.
Social or not, one thing Banky kind of dug on the island was taking walks. There was actually NATURE AND SHIT out there, fucking imagine that. At the present, he was strolling along on the beach. He'd passed a few people and hadn't said shit to them, but when he came upon a cute Asian-looking chick, Banky couldn't resist it.
"Damn, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?" he said by way of greeting.
Hm. Scruffy, foul language. She did miss that in a person, very much-- maybe he even liked tea-- but not so much for These Purposes.
"Well, I asked a friend of mine to help me get rid of this virgin thing and he wouldn't do it," said Yuffie, deciding that since she didn't really know Scruffy Swearer, she wouldn't name names.
"How noble," Banky said sagely, nodding his head. Somehow he managed not to snort; he got the feeling this one was a Naive Nancy or some shit.
Cocking his head to one side, he gave her a curious look. "This guy a good friend?" Either that, or he was a fucking faggot, refusing to bang this chick.
"Yeah," sighed Yuffie. "He is. He says that's why, too. Apparently you can't just up and go at it with someone you just like as a friend on his planet. Except I think he's from space."
Okay, so this time? Banky didn't bother trying not to snort. He fucking SNORTED.
He couldn't help it. The whole idea that he was on this island with superheroes and people from space still sounded fruitier than Tucan Sam giving the damned Trix rabbit a blow in the bar bathroom -- and that was REALLY FUCKIN' FRUITY.
"What a buncha space fuckin' sissies," Banky said nonchalantly, "not willing to get down and jungle boogie when some chick wants 'im to drop trou. For SHAME."
"He's not a sissy," said Yuffie. "I think it's just..." She shrugged. "I dunno. You must not come from a place where you're constantly in danger of death, destruction or apocalypse. Men from those places don't like to have causal sex."
"Lady, I'm from New Jersey," Banky scoffed. "I'm pretty sure that fuckin' counts as--" With each factoid, he ticked off a finger. "--constantly in danger in death, destruction, AND the apocalypse." Giving her a pointed look, Banky snapped his fingers in a zig-zagging motion as he added, "And I'm still ALL ABOUT THE PUSSY."
Yuffie wrinkled her nose. "Sounds like New Jersey could use my services. Not that they come for free or anything. You don't become a great ninja by working for free. And usually, guys who say they're all about the pussy are NOTHING about the pussy."
Social or not, one thing Banky kind of dug on the island was taking walks. There was actually NATURE AND SHIT out there, fucking imagine that. At the present, he was strolling along on the beach. He'd passed a few people and hadn't said shit to them, but when he came upon a cute Asian-looking chick, Banky couldn't resist it.
"Damn, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?" he said by way of greeting.
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"Well, I asked a friend of mine to help me get rid of this virgin thing and he wouldn't do it," said Yuffie, deciding that since she didn't really know Scruffy Swearer, she wouldn't name names.
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Cocking his head to one side, he gave her a curious look. "This guy a good friend?" Either that, or he was a fucking faggot, refusing to bang this chick.
Hey, she was CUTE.
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She sat up.
"Things are different in space."
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He couldn't help it. The whole idea that he was on this island with superheroes and people from space still sounded fruitier than Tucan Sam giving the damned Trix rabbit a blow in the bar bathroom -- and that was REALLY FUCKIN' FRUITY.
"What a buncha space fuckin' sissies," Banky said nonchalantly, "not willing to get down and jungle boogie when some chick wants 'im to drop trou. For SHAME."
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