Comments | stop_panicking: CLOSED ⤧ my friends and i fear irrelevance it's a fate worse, a fate worse than death

prayforprey in stop_panicking

CLOSED ⤧ my friends and i fear irrelevance it's a fate worse, a fate worse than death

Sep 22, 2011 15:20

Who: nicotine_patch & prayforprey.
What: Accidental surprise outing, I guess........
When: Today!
Where: The Shack --> WHERE IT WILL GO
Warnings: TBA

( baby don't try to look pretty i like you best when you just look alive )

genkaku, badou nails

Comments 8

nicotine_patch September 23 2011, 09:13:20 UTC

[the smaller man rouses from that KO'ed-black sleep with a snarl on his lips and an irritable fog in his eye]

[and, possibly, a few bruised ribs]

[between the lack(excess) of oxygen, and the slur of pre-cigarette unconsciousness, Badou only manages to rasp rather incoherantly]

Guh -- uuuggh, get the hell offa -- what're -- fuckoff already!

[a swampy eye rolls upwards like he's died, trying to see what the hell's on his forehead]

[before obviously not caring anymore and trying to roll over, 200+ pounds of monk be god fucking damned]

prayforprey September 25 2011, 22:09:46 UTC

[be god fucking damned, he will, thank you! that is, no way in hell is that skeletal figure barely wrapped in sheets getting a flip]

[to hold him down, shoulders connect with shoulders heavily, an up-curved nose buried into a warm throat, breathing out warm smog into a cool pulse]

No, no more sleep! Up, up, up!

[his face burrows obnoxiously against the column]

I'll give ya somethin' real nice.

nicotine_patch September 27 2011, 09:14:10 UTC

[eyes blink immediately open at that (one muzzy and marsh-fogged, the other hidden caught under a messy black net)]

Last time you said that y'had a boner. An' the time before was one'a those bigass turkey skewers.

[he's not sure which one was worse]

Either way, getoff.

[however, even as he's sluggishly trying to wrestle away, he's gripping the other's wrist, trying to angle the roll-up within stealing range]

prayforprey September 29 2011, 00:14:01 UTC

Stop talkin' 'bout my boners when I know ya don't want 'em. Come on, come onnnn.

[he rocks back on haunches to pull the smoke away, either by hinging him up by the waist from the grip on his own wrist or to lure him up like a dog would chase a juice bone]

Heeeere, boy.

[whistle-whistle]

nicotine_patch October 4 2011, 16:42:54 UTC

[he hearkens to the call predictably, too smokeless to bother with further grumbling (or any straightforward thought that didn't end in ash)]

[levered up by both strength and smoke (as he always is, always will be), he takes a deep inhale on his prize before pawing clumsily at the offending object on his forehead]

[still chewing cinders like a sheep it's cud;]

Fuck s'is? Mornin', shitshine.