SPAAAAAAAAM AHOY!

[webreathewords]

THIS BE THE PLACE TO SPAM ME, MATES.

If you don't, you're all hosers. Try that on for size. :)

Really, this was just made so pyro_o could spam me with roadtrip fic, but...srsly if anyone wants to throw fic prompts at me, or ask me questions, find out what song I'm listening to, rec me some music, capslock with me... :D whatever. I LIKE SPAM POSTS. I

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GARDENINNNNGGG

[kakkobean]

"Hey, Al--"

Alfred turns around on his knees, one wayward weed still clumped in his hands, when a splash of cold water hits his face. He sputters with the shock, and nearly falls over backwards into the flower patch.

"M-Mattie!!" Alfred shouts, and shakes his head to get all the excess water off his face. He grimaces as he takes off his glasses, now horribly useless with the oodles of water droplets hanging off of them. "What the hell was that for?"

"Nothing to do with your chest, Al."

Alfred blinked. He turned his face back to look at the other guy with a confused expression.

"Bwuh?"

"I meant--uh," Matthew began, and looked down at his fingers. "It's hot, right? So I thought you might want to cool down a bit--"

"A little warning, next time?" Alfred berated, and sighed. "Jesus, I can't even wipe my glasses clean, my shirt's a mess--"

"So take it off!"

Alfred pouted. Again with his shirt. Mattie seemed awfully fixated on it for some reason.

"But then I'd get dirt on my chest, and that'd be nasty--whoah!" Alfred did fall over this time, flat on his butt, as Matthew climbed on top of his lap.

"So let's get nasty together"