After creating condom art in sex ed, Tyler changed into workout clothes and went to the gym.
Only two days until the game. After some stretching and a few laps, he decided to work on his three-point throws, using
an exercise he found online.
He's getting ... well. Not all of them. But enough.
[OOC: Open.]
That called for hitting things.
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Hopefully if he had, he wouldn't remember.
"Hey, Walter."
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He was really going to need to find a better way to keep his journal. Cryptography once again looked like an answer.
All that went through his head in the bare moment before he answered Tyler and took a place at the punching bag. "Hey."
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But he can't read minds, so he just went back to dribbling and shooting, dribbling and shooting.
"So what kind of condom art did you end up making?"
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"The leaning tower of penis Pisa and the Colosseum." He hit the bag again and followed it up with a kick. "What was yours?"
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He observed Walter for a moment. "You're whacking the shit out of that thing."
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Okay, so maybe he wasn't so good at the not being surprised thing.
"That sucks."
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He absently kicked the bag, picturing the locker again, instead. "People warned us about it when when we got here in January, but it didn't do much when Pippi and I went to check it out back then. Other than get us detention on the first day of school."
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"Does the locker normally let people go?"
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He did not look especially convinced. Most of the weird stuff he had seen in Fandom was pretty bad.
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