Oh, Pete. Of course everything is always his fault.
(Now, naturally, I want the story of what happened last Halloween when Pete read from a grimoire. I sense that it involved a lot of hot, dirty sex. The Frank/Gerard variety, where they're all, "MUST HAVE NOW >:(" and then proceed to not being able to keep their hands off each other and NOBODY NOTICES until they seriously start undressing each other and dry-humping everywhere and everybody are like, "...do they normally go this far?" and then they have to be locked up or whatever and Mikeyway is scarred for life. Brian Schecter's 'His life, so hard' senses were tingling then too, but then he just got drunk and got a blowjob, so he didn't have to deal with it until after Halloween when Frankie and Gee were all fucked out and kind of awkward around each other and YES OKAY I HAVE A TINHAT SO SUE ME
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It's Frank and Gerard. They always flirt and grope each other, how are people supposed to know the difference? Well, they do, when Mikey makes a noise like he's dying and locks himself into the bathroom while Gerard's hands have wormed themselves suspiciously low between his and Frank's bodies, but by then they would have to pry Frank and Gerard apart with a crowbar.
And the next morning, Frank and Gerard keeps shifting on the bench (good six inches apart, as you said), and grimacing slightly and then blushing furiously, because they may have been all sex spelled or whatever, ut they still remember perfectly what happened last night. (Frank thinks he will probably have jerk off fantasies for the next ten years or so, just from the noises Gerard were making alone. He thinks that is probably enough. It has to be
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ray and Bob think Frank and Gerard are just really affectionate, and oh dear god, we have to eat off this table you bastards! (Ahaha. Poor Mikey. *pets*)
Awww. Hilariously adorable and then heartclenchy. But it's okay, boys. A few of awkwardness and running into one another in the narrow passageway between the buks and the kitchenette where you stare at the little marks on each others' skin - throats, collar bones the time Gerard's wearing that old shirt, and whatnot - and mumbling and asking talking to one another through Ray and Bob and your band will set things to right. (Most likely by locking you two idiots in an enclosed space or something.)
Pete starts writing a blog post all about these new and exciting things he's discovered about Patrick, and then Patrick has to distract him somehow, right? He's totally doing it for his own self interests.
(BRIAN. Hahaha, no, really, That's about the only thing I can say as his life, so hard.)
If you were to write this, I would totally write an outtake (with your permission) where Spencer thinks he's in the 60s and he starts singing, "I got you babe!" for Jon, as inspired by this:
Andy getting kidnapped and locked in castles! AHAHAHAHAHA.
Grimoire! And also, oh, crap, there's dog drool and chewed pages and oh, my god, Hemingway and Rigby have eaten part of this book of the damned. (Penny is sitting on a chair or couch with this disapproving look on her little doggy face she had to have learned from Patrick.) AHAHAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
And let's not forget Brian Schechter looking up from whatever he's doing the moment the spell takes effect, his 'My life, so hard' senses tingling because he just knows he should have gone off to become a hermit the way he always planned after meeting those bastards. >:( *is crying from laughter*
*deep breath* You, my dear, always have the best ideas.
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Oh, Pete. Of course everything is always his fault.
(Now, naturally, I want the story of what happened last Halloween when Pete read from a grimoire. I sense that it involved a lot of hot, dirty sex. The Frank/Gerard variety, where they're all, "MUST HAVE NOW >:(" and then proceed to not being able to keep their hands off each other and NOBODY NOTICES until they seriously start undressing each other and dry-humping everywhere and everybody are like, "...do they normally go this far?" and then they have to be locked up or whatever and Mikeyway is scarred for life. Brian Schecter's 'His life, so hard' senses were tingling then too, but then he just got drunk and got a blowjob, so he didn't have to deal with it until after Halloween when Frankie and Gee were all fucked out and kind of awkward around each other and YES OKAY I HAVE A TINHAT SO SUE ME ( ... )
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It's one of the laws of bandom, isn't it?
How did you know?
and then proceed to not being able to keep their hands off each other and NOBODY NOTICESAhaahaha. *dies ( ... )
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It's Frank and Gerard. They always flirt and grope each other, how are people supposed to know the difference? Well, they do, when Mikey makes a noise like he's dying and locks himself into the bathroom while Gerard's hands have wormed themselves suspiciously low between his and Frank's bodies, but by then they would have to pry Frank and Gerard apart with a crowbar.
And the next morning, Frank and Gerard keeps shifting on the bench (good six inches apart, as you said), and grimacing slightly and then blushing furiously, because they may have been all sex spelled or whatever, ut they still remember perfectly what happened last night. (Frank thinks he will probably have jerk off fantasies for the next ten years or so, just from the noises Gerard were making alone. He thinks that is probably enough. It has to be ( ... )
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Awww. Hilariously adorable and then heartclenchy. But it's okay, boys. A few of awkwardness and running into one another in the narrow passageway between the buks and the kitchenette where you stare at the little marks on each others' skin - throats, collar bones the time Gerard's wearing that old shirt, and whatnot - and mumbling and asking talking to one another through Ray and Bob and your band will set things to right. (Most likely by locking you two idiots in an enclosed space or something.)
Pete starts writing a blog post all about these new and exciting things he's discovered about Patrick, and then Patrick has to distract him somehow, right? He's totally doing it for his own self interests.
(BRIAN. Hahaha, no, really, That's about the only thing I can say as his life, so hard.)
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Heee!
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Ahaha. Their faces.
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Grimoire! And also, oh, crap, there's dog drool and chewed pages and oh, my god, Hemingway and Rigby have eaten part of this book of the damned. (Penny is sitting on a chair or couch with this disapproving look on her little doggy face she had to have learned from Patrick.) AHAHAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
And let's not forget Brian Schechter looking up from whatever he's doing the moment the spell takes effect, his 'My life, so hard' senses tingling because he just knows he should have gone off to become a hermit the way he always planned after meeting those bastards. >:( *is crying from laughter*
*deep breath* You, my dear, always have the best ideas.
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You just know Penny's the mature, responsible one of them all. She can't believe this is her life.
I will never get tired of making Brian's life as difficult as possible. (I'm sorry Brian, I ♥ you!)
XDDDDDDDDDD Thank you!
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