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Okay. Really. I AM up to my eyeballs with stuff I need to write. Oh gosh, indeed I am. Lover and that other series will continue before monday or tuesday Cos really guys, I have lots of homework x.x;
BTW THANKYOU TO MANDY (dog_entity) FOR THE UNDERWEAR SNIFFING IDEAS. I LURV YA CHICA <3
Anyways ;) You have no idea how much all of your comments on my previous post MADE MY FREAKIN' DAY. <3333333333333 ;___;
So I decided to give you what you wanted...
dedicated to Jen and Marie, who put up with my WAHWAHCRYCRY shit. You guys don't know how wonderful you are. *kisses*
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oh and.. rancid milk copyright vam_is_rad 2004 :)! Thankyou much. sorry bout that. I knew I was missing someone in the thankyous x.o
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Ville was shocked, looking down at a pair of Bam's underwear that was proclaiming "<3 Ville" all over them.
God. It was everywhere.
"<3 Ville"
"<3 Ville"
"<3 Ville"
over and over and over.
Ville started to get a little disoriented, tearing his eyes away from the boxers so as not to hurl all over them. Crap. He didn't even know they made boxers with his name all over them. Inside of hearts. Uuuggghhh. Damn merchandise companies.
He rummaged through the rest of the box, but all of the others were normal, well... whatever normal was when it came to Bam. For example. One pair had a woman's ass with a thong on it on the back. Ville dropped those back in the pile with his eyebrows raised. Gender confused Bam maybe? Who knows.
One thing seemed to bother Ville though; he couldn't quite place it. He was trying to figure out just what it was, poking at a few pairs of the strange boxers. Curiously, he brought one pair up to his nose and sniffed.
"BLOODY HELL!" Yes, that was definitely the thing that was bothering him! His face had gone greenish-colored, nose turned up in disgust and eyes wide, terrified of the deadly odor. It smelled like rancid... milk... and maybe a hint of burnt ham? Why the hell would anyone's boxers smell like that?!?!
If there was one thing Ville hated most in the world, it was dirty laundry. He frowned deeply at the box of unwashed, smelly clothes items, before sighing and picking them all up, keeping them as far away from his face as possible.
Time to do some heavy lifting.
The singer brought them down to the laundry room, placing them on the floor so he could tie his hair back from his face. Then, one by one, they were dropped into the washing machine, Ville making a last weird face at the "<3 Ville" boxers. He knew Bam was obsessed with him, but Jeez.... was there an end to the madness?
Ville made a show of sprinkling the detergent in, dancing around the machine like a giddy schoolgirl. Yes, he got that happy over cleaning laundry.
Just then, Bam walked in to bring out his dirty clothes. But the sight of Ville doing a tribal dance around his washing machine made him falter, almost dropping his clothes. "What in the HOLY hell ARE you DOING Vil'?"
Ville stopped dead in his tracks, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding Bam's face.. "Well.. uh... some of your clothes I noticed needed cleaning!" He nodded, smiling happily, turning to Bam.
"..." Bam walked over to Ville and looked down in the washing machine, seeing all of his boxers twisting around in the sudsy water, being cleaned meticulously. His face tensed as he saw his "<3 Ville" boxers float up. Fingers gripped the edge of the machine tightly, knuckles turning white. "O-oh... so you decided to wash THOSE?" He looked at Ville, his face bright red.
Ville nodded again, a silly, silly grin still plastered to his face. "Mmmhmmm. :)"
Bam whimpered and closed the lid to the wash. "But. I.. I hadn't washed all of those for a reason."
Ville's face distorted. "And WHY wouldn't you want to wash those????"
"B-because... beeecause..."
Bam took a large breath and looked longingly over at the confused vocalist. . . . .
"Because the smell reminded me of you."
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yup. :) *hugs to all*
BTW THANKYOU TO MANDY (dog_entity) FOR THE UNDERWEAR SNIFFING IDEAS. I LURV YA CHICA <3
Anyways ;) You have no idea how much all of your comments on my previous post MADE MY FREAKIN' DAY. <3333333333333 ;___;
So I decided to give you what you wanted...
dedicated to Jen and Marie, who put up with my WAHWAHCRYCRY shit. You guys don't know how wonderful you are. *kisses*
[edit]
oh and.. rancid milk copyright vam_is_rad 2004 :)! Thankyou much. sorry bout that. I knew I was missing someone in the thankyous x.o
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Ville was shocked, looking down at a pair of Bam's underwear that was proclaiming "<3 Ville" all over them.
God. It was everywhere.
"<3 Ville"
"<3 Ville"
"<3 Ville"
over and over and over.
Ville started to get a little disoriented, tearing his eyes away from the boxers so as not to hurl all over them. Crap. He didn't even know they made boxers with his name all over them. Inside of hearts. Uuuggghhh. Damn merchandise companies.
He rummaged through the rest of the box, but all of the others were normal, well... whatever normal was when it came to Bam. For example. One pair had a woman's ass with a thong on it on the back. Ville dropped those back in the pile with his eyebrows raised. Gender confused Bam maybe? Who knows.
One thing seemed to bother Ville though; he couldn't quite place it. He was trying to figure out just what it was, poking at a few pairs of the strange boxers. Curiously, he brought one pair up to his nose and sniffed.
"BLOODY HELL!" Yes, that was definitely the thing that was bothering him! His face had gone greenish-colored, nose turned up in disgust and eyes wide, terrified of the deadly odor. It smelled like rancid... milk... and maybe a hint of burnt ham? Why the hell would anyone's boxers smell like that?!?!
If there was one thing Ville hated most in the world, it was dirty laundry. He frowned deeply at the box of unwashed, smelly clothes items, before sighing and picking them all up, keeping them as far away from his face as possible.
Time to do some heavy lifting.
The singer brought them down to the laundry room, placing them on the floor so he could tie his hair back from his face. Then, one by one, they were dropped into the washing machine, Ville making a last weird face at the "<3 Ville" boxers. He knew Bam was obsessed with him, but Jeez.... was there an end to the madness?
Ville made a show of sprinkling the detergent in, dancing around the machine like a giddy schoolgirl. Yes, he got that happy over cleaning laundry.
Just then, Bam walked in to bring out his dirty clothes. But the sight of Ville doing a tribal dance around his washing machine made him falter, almost dropping his clothes. "What in the HOLY hell ARE you DOING Vil'?"
Ville stopped dead in his tracks, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding Bam's face.. "Well.. uh... some of your clothes I noticed needed cleaning!" He nodded, smiling happily, turning to Bam.
"..." Bam walked over to Ville and looked down in the washing machine, seeing all of his boxers twisting around in the sudsy water, being cleaned meticulously. His face tensed as he saw his "<3 Ville" boxers float up. Fingers gripped the edge of the machine tightly, knuckles turning white. "O-oh... so you decided to wash THOSE?" He looked at Ville, his face bright red.
Ville nodded again, a silly, silly grin still plastered to his face. "Mmmhmmm. :)"
Bam whimpered and closed the lid to the wash. "But. I.. I hadn't washed all of those for a reason."
Ville's face distorted. "And WHY wouldn't you want to wash those????"
"B-because... beeecause..."
Bam took a large breath and looked longingly over at the confused vocalist. . . . .
"Because the smell reminded me of you."
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yup. :) *hugs to all*