TWO HALVES OF A WHOLE MORON

Ask us anything- just don't expect much of an answer.

[askthesiamesedudes]

Yadda yadda, ask us anything, 18+ Minors DNI all that shit. Have fun or whatever.

Don't be afraid, either! I PROMISED I wouldn't bite.... much...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

he snickered

"Otis huh? Got it. So, what do you do? Torture poor dudes like me for your sick kicks? Beat us up mentally?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Yeah, kind of. I mostly just bug my other half, though. Can't say no to some recreational murder here and there, though~... say, where IS Monty?~"

He muses aloud, itching his chin in contemplation. He perks up and grins wickedly, snapping his fingers to cause a flash of television static to open up and almost violently eject a man with an identical craniotomy scar to the imp dressed in a loose fitting pair of duck-patterned pajamas in magenta and white and a pair of yellow bunny slippers.

"OW... what the hell, asshat? I was trying to fucking sleep!?"

The man snaps groggily, green eyes ringed with heavy dark circles.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"oh look, another one. I'm gonna become psychotic at this rate with how many people in my head at once."

he looked at what he was told was Monty

"Hey."

He gave a wave.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, but this isnt a dream, buddy.... if it was, we'd be stuck in a nightmarish funhouse of murder-hobos."

Monty sighed, getting up from the ground and brushing off his pajama pants before Otis wrapped his lanky arms around the ginger's shoulders, his dully clawed hands smoothing back the bedhead on Monty's hairline.

"You're gonna spoil the fun of mind-fucking this guy~!"

Otis chided with a smarmy chuckle, causing Monty to grab one of the horns on the imp's head and pull him away from the unwanted hug.

"Get off me, dipshit."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

His eyes narrowed, eyebrows lowered, and a snarl broke through his usual stoicism or annoyance.

"Mind-fucking me? Ohoho so that's what this is huh?"

He arms himself with the Hooker gun™ and a challenging glint shines in his eyes below the vail of his shades

"Fine. I can take two, it's double the fun! Just wanna know which one of you is hitting FIRST."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Monty raises his arms up in show of non-violence.

"Hey, easy! I never said I was with him!"

He protests, and Otis raises a brow in bored nonchalance, stepping out from behind Monty and resting his arm over the barrel of the shotgun.

"Really? You're gonna shoot me? That's an utterly worthless waste of ammunition. I'll save you the trouble and tell you bullets don't work on me."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked more annoyed.

"really? Ugh of course they don't, why would this be easy on me."

he rubbed his temple and put the gun away, with a deep sigh

"fine. Then what do you two want? Just to ruin my day or distract me?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, like I had said before, I just wanted to sate your cinephilic desires and gift you a TV if you'd only behaved yourself..."

Otis grumbled, thoroughly pissed off that he was being taken for an entirely evil creature. Monty sighed.

"All I wanted to do was get some sleep. Didn't ask to be dropped here- didn't ask to be threatened or bribed by this idiotic twit-"

He gestures to his Id half in apathetic reference.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He clearly looked less tense now. His eyes looked less angry and more confused and suspicious.

"A TV, eh? Can I see it first? Because the last time I was given a tv it exploded in my face, and I'm not kidding."

He looked a little annoyed at the memory, his fists tightening just slightly, but no longer because of the two strangers.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Why, of course~! Let me just..."

With a snap of his fingers, a television erupts from the ground with loose soil raining down the sides of the old analog device.

Monty looked frustrated.

"You are NOT giving him my old TV..."

"You never use the damned thing since I came out of it."

"No shit, Sherlock. I don't wanna risk any more fucked-up-clone-mirror-twins like you."

"Awh, someone's sentimental!"

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*he raised an eyebrow, confused why it came out of the damn ground.*

"alright.. convincing, but if it starts swirling or shows a picture of a puppet on it, I swear to all that hates me. I'll hunt you down."

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, I did initially want to gift this to you, but since you threatened to SHOOT me, I think a little payment is in order~"

Otis purred with smarmy arrogance, quite literally kicking Monty away into another static-formed sinkhole presumably leading back to wherever the imp fetched him from. He stepped closer, leaning against the top of the television with his leather-clad palms on either sides of the receiver antenna.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*he groans with a heavy eye roll.*

"shitt.. alright payment, fair. Ya take the American dollar?"

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis looked surprised at the offer of tangible money, unable to hold back a raucous laugh of incredulity, tears in his eyes.

"A-ARE YOU SERI-RIOUS!? PFFHH-!"

Once he composed himself, he shook his head, still tittering slightly.

"N-no... hhheheh... no, what I want is for you to owe me a favor~"

He couldn't believe the dumbass thought he wanted money in exchange for the TV.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*He took a cautious step back, and crossed his arms. This was taking too long, he had things to do and an appointment to get to.*

"a favor eh? What kind?"

*he rubbed his temples, suddenly overcome with a headache.*

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Just let that sweet little rascal in your brain pay me a visit sometime, hm?~ I wanna see how you could've confused me with the monster in your dreams~"

He bartered with a far too sweet tone, fascinated by the concept of the Other within the man.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*the headache grew stronger, as though the Other half in his brain was screaming to be let out. Or maybe a sense of how close he was to the situation. Watching from the sidelines.*

"are you sure..? Ugh. He can be a real dick sometimes. like now..."

[askthesiamesedudes]

His pointed ears lifted in eager curiosity at the verge of meeting this elusive Other, his ruby eyes wide with anticipatory splendor.

"Oh, that would be absolutely lovely~! Resisting is only hurting you more now, isn't it?..."

Otis smirked, stepping closer to the Dude with a sauntering grace.

"I think I'd like to cash in that favor now~...."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*He felt sicker by the second and.. eventually. His body was tackles from behind by Other, and tossed halfway across wherever they were.*

"SEE YOU IN HELL, LOSER!!"

*He laughed and then turned to Otis.*

"why hello. I've been watching from the shadows, seems like you've been eagerly awaiting my arrival."

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, aren't you a sight~! Its an honor to finally make your acquaintance."

Otis chirped eagerly, eyeing up the Other with wondrous intrigue. His dully clawed hands fussed with the Cartoon Network tee he was wearing, his leathery tail swaying in joy.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*He smirked and fixed the collar flap of his leather jacket.*

"Indeed, I can say the same for such an eager fan waiting to meet me. I like the shirt, fits your whole.."

*waves around hand to Otis's outfit*

"nefarious being on your shoulder but they're chill vibe"

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis beams at the compliment, readjusting the biker jacket studded with spikes on the shoulders, giving a slow spin to let the Other see the flaming, gory skull on the back of the leather as well as the chains on his black distressed jeans and the cleats attached to his punk-style combat boots.

"I adore the grunge-y side of Monty's brain. Sadly wouldn't be here without his help~"

He mentioned passively, brushing back his red-amber hair smoothly to leave just the four flyaways to twitch up at the center of his hairline.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

he snickered

"Otis huh? Got it. So, what do you do? Torture poor dudes like me for your sick kicks? Beat us up mentally?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Yeah, kind of. I mostly just bug my other half, though. Can't say no to some recreational murder here and there, though~... say, where IS Monty?~"

He muses aloud, itching his chin in contemplation. He perks up and grins wickedly, snapping his fingers to cause a flash of television static to open up and almost violently eject a man with an identical craniotomy scar to the imp dressed in a loose fitting pair of duck-patterned pajamas in magenta and white and a pair of yellow bunny slippers.

"OW... what the hell, asshat? I was trying to fucking sleep!?"

The man snaps groggily, green eyes ringed with heavy dark circles.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"oh look, another one. I'm gonna become psychotic at this rate with how many people in my head at once."

he looked at what he was told was Monty

"Hey."

He gave a wave.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, but this isnt a dream, buddy.... if it was, we'd be stuck in a nightmarish funhouse of murder-hobos."

Monty sighed, getting up from the ground and brushing off his pajama pants before Otis wrapped his lanky arms around the ginger's shoulders, his dully clawed hands smoothing back the bedhead on Monty's hairline.

"You're gonna spoil the fun of mind-fucking this guy~!"

Otis chided with a smarmy chuckle, causing Monty to grab one of the horns on the imp's head and pull him away from the unwanted hug.

"Get off me, dipshit."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

His eyes narrowed, eyebrows lowered, and a snarl broke through his usual stoicism or annoyance.

"Mind-fucking me? Ohoho so that's what this is huh?"

He arms himself with the Hooker gun™ and a challenging glint shines in his eyes below the vail of his shades

"Fine. I can take two, it's double the fun! Just wanna know which one of you is hitting FIRST."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Monty raises his arms up in show of non-violence.

"Hey, easy! I never said I was with him!"

He protests, and Otis raises a brow in bored nonchalance, stepping out from behind Monty and resting his arm over the barrel of the shotgun.

"Really? You're gonna shoot me? That's an utterly worthless waste of ammunition. I'll save you the trouble and tell you bullets don't work on me."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked more annoyed.

"really? Ugh of course they don't, why would this be easy on me."

he rubbed his temple and put the gun away, with a deep sigh

"fine. Then what do you two want? Just to ruin my day or distract me?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, like I had said before, I just wanted to sate your cinephilic desires and gift you a TV if you'd only behaved yourself..."

Otis grumbled, thoroughly pissed off that he was being taken for an entirely evil creature. Monty sighed.

"All I wanted to do was get some sleep. Didn't ask to be dropped here- didn't ask to be threatened or bribed by this idiotic twit-"

He gestures to his Id half in apathetic reference.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He clearly looked less tense now. His eyes looked less angry and more confused and suspicious.

"A TV, eh? Can I see it first? Because the last time I was given a tv it exploded in my face, and I'm not kidding."

He looked a little annoyed at the memory, his fists tightening just slightly, but no longer because of the two strangers.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Why, of course~! Let me just..."

With a snap of his fingers, a television erupts from the ground with loose soil raining down the sides of the old analog device.

Monty looked frustrated.

"You are NOT giving him my old TV..."

"You never use the damned thing since I came out of it."

"No shit, Sherlock. I don't wanna risk any more fucked-up-clone-mirror-twins like you."

"Awh, someone's sentimental!"

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*he raised an eyebrow, confused why it came out of the damn ground.*

"alright.. convincing, but if it starts swirling or shows a picture of a puppet on it, I swear to all that hates me. I'll hunt you down."

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, I did initially want to gift this to you, but since you threatened to SHOOT me, I think a little payment is in order~"

Otis purred with smarmy arrogance, quite literally kicking Monty away into another static-formed sinkhole presumably leading back to wherever the imp fetched him from. He stepped closer, leaning against the top of the television with his leather-clad palms on either sides of the receiver antenna.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*he groans with a heavy eye roll.*

"shitt.. alright payment, fair. Ya take the American dollar?"

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis looked surprised at the offer of tangible money, unable to hold back a raucous laugh of incredulity, tears in his eyes.

"A-ARE YOU SERI-RIOUS!? PFFHH-!"

Once he composed himself, he shook his head, still tittering slightly.

"N-no... hhheheh... no, what I want is for you to owe me a favor~"

He couldn't believe the dumbass thought he wanted money in exchange for the TV.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*He took a cautious step back, and crossed his arms. This was taking too long, he had things to do and an appointment to get to.*

"a favor eh? What kind?"

*he rubbed his temples, suddenly overcome with a headache.*

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Just let that sweet little rascal in your brain pay me a visit sometime, hm?~ I wanna see how you could've confused me with the monster in your dreams~"

He bartered with a far too sweet tone, fascinated by the concept of the Other within the man.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*the headache grew stronger, as though the Other half in his brain was screaming to be let out. Or maybe a sense of how close he was to the situation. Watching from the sidelines.*

"are you sure..? Ugh. He can be a real dick sometimes. like now..."

[askthesiamesedudes]

His pointed ears lifted in eager curiosity at the verge of meeting this elusive Other, his ruby eyes wide with anticipatory splendor.

"Oh, that would be absolutely lovely~! Resisting is only hurting you more now, isn't it?..."

Otis smirked, stepping closer to the Dude with a sauntering grace.

"I think I'd like to cash in that favor now~...."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*He felt sicker by the second and.. eventually. His body was tackles from behind by Other, and tossed halfway across wherever they were.*

"SEE YOU IN HELL, LOSER!!"

*He laughed and then turned to Otis.*

"why hello. I've been watching from the shadows, seems like you've been eagerly awaiting my arrival."

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, aren't you a sight~! Its an honor to finally make your acquaintance."

Otis chirped eagerly, eyeing up the Other with wondrous intrigue. His dully clawed hands fussed with the Cartoon Network tee he was wearing, his leathery tail swaying in joy.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

he snickered

"Otis huh? Got it. So, what do you do? Torture poor dudes like me for your sick kicks? Beat us up mentally?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Yeah, kind of. I mostly just bug my other half, though. Can't say no to some recreational murder here and there, though~... say, where IS Monty?~"

He muses aloud, itching his chin in contemplation. He perks up and grins wickedly, snapping his fingers to cause a flash of television static to open up and almost violently eject a man with an identical craniotomy scar to the imp dressed in a loose fitting pair of duck-patterned pajamas in magenta and white and a pair of yellow bunny slippers.

"OW... what the hell, asshat? I was trying to fucking sleep!?"

The man snaps groggily, green eyes ringed with heavy dark circles.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"oh look, another one. I'm gonna become psychotic at this rate with how many people in my head at once."

he looked at what he was told was Monty

"Hey."

He gave a wave.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, but this isnt a dream, buddy.... if it was, we'd be stuck in a nightmarish funhouse of murder-hobos."

Monty sighed, getting up from the ground and brushing off his pajama pants before Otis wrapped his lanky arms around the ginger's shoulders, his dully clawed hands smoothing back the bedhead on Monty's hairline.

"You're gonna spoil the fun of mind-fucking this guy~!"

Otis chided with a smarmy chuckle, causing Monty to grab one of the horns on the imp's head and pull him away from the unwanted hug.

"Get off me, dipshit."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

His eyes narrowed, eyebrows lowered, and a snarl broke through his usual stoicism or annoyance.

"Mind-fucking me? Ohoho so that's what this is huh?"

He arms himself with the Hooker gun™ and a challenging glint shines in his eyes below the vail of his shades

"Fine. I can take two, it's double the fun! Just wanna know which one of you is hitting FIRST."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Monty raises his arms up in show of non-violence.

"Hey, easy! I never said I was with him!"

He protests, and Otis raises a brow in bored nonchalance, stepping out from behind Monty and resting his arm over the barrel of the shotgun.

"Really? You're gonna shoot me? That's an utterly worthless waste of ammunition. I'll save you the trouble and tell you bullets don't work on me."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked more annoyed.

"really? Ugh of course they don't, why would this be easy on me."

he rubbed his temple and put the gun away, with a deep sigh

"fine. Then what do you two want? Just to ruin my day or distract me?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, like I had said before, I just wanted to sate your cinephilic desires and gift you a TV if you'd only behaved yourself..."

Otis grumbled, thoroughly pissed off that he was being taken for an entirely evil creature. Monty sighed.

"All I wanted to do was get some sleep. Didn't ask to be dropped here- didn't ask to be threatened or bribed by this idiotic twit-"

He gestures to his Id half in apathetic reference.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He clearly looked less tense now. His eyes looked less angry and more confused and suspicious.

"A TV, eh? Can I see it first? Because the last time I was given a tv it exploded in my face, and I'm not kidding."

He looked a little annoyed at the memory, his fists tightening just slightly, but no longer because of the two strangers.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Why, of course~! Let me just..."

With a snap of his fingers, a television erupts from the ground with loose soil raining down the sides of the old analog device.

Monty looked frustrated.

"You are NOT giving him my old TV..."

"You never use the damned thing since I came out of it."

"No shit, Sherlock. I don't wanna risk any more fucked-up-clone-mirror-twins like you."

"Awh, someone's sentimental!"

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*he raised an eyebrow, confused why it came out of the damn ground.*

"alright.. convincing, but if it starts swirling or shows a picture of a puppet on it, I swear to all that hates me. I'll hunt you down."

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, I did initially want to gift this to you, but since you threatened to SHOOT me, I think a little payment is in order~"

Otis purred with smarmy arrogance, quite literally kicking Monty away into another static-formed sinkhole presumably leading back to wherever the imp fetched him from. He stepped closer, leaning against the top of the television with his leather-clad palms on either sides of the receiver antenna.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*he groans with a heavy eye roll.*

"shitt.. alright payment, fair. Ya take the American dollar?"

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis looked surprised at the offer of tangible money, unable to hold back a raucous laugh of incredulity, tears in his eyes.

"A-ARE YOU SERI-RIOUS!? PFFHH-!"

Once he composed himself, he shook his head, still tittering slightly.

"N-no... hhheheh... no, what I want is for you to owe me a favor~"

He couldn't believe the dumbass thought he wanted money in exchange for the TV.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*He took a cautious step back, and crossed his arms. This was taking too long, he had things to do and an appointment to get to.*

"a favor eh? What kind?"

*he rubbed his temples, suddenly overcome with a headache.*

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Just let that sweet little rascal in your brain pay me a visit sometime, hm?~ I wanna see how you could've confused me with the monster in your dreams~"

He bartered with a far too sweet tone, fascinated by the concept of the Other within the man.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*the headache grew stronger, as though the Other half in his brain was screaming to be let out. Or maybe a sense of how close he was to the situation. Watching from the sidelines.*

"are you sure..? Ugh. He can be a real dick sometimes. like now..."

[askthesiamesedudes]

His pointed ears lifted in eager curiosity at the verge of meeting this elusive Other, his ruby eyes wide with anticipatory splendor.

"Oh, that would be absolutely lovely~! Resisting is only hurting you more now, isn't it?..."

Otis smirked, stepping closer to the Dude with a sauntering grace.

"I think I'd like to cash in that favor now~...."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

he snickered

"Otis huh? Got it. So, what do you do? Torture poor dudes like me for your sick kicks? Beat us up mentally?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Yeah, kind of. I mostly just bug my other half, though. Can't say no to some recreational murder here and there, though~... say, where IS Monty?~"

He muses aloud, itching his chin in contemplation. He perks up and grins wickedly, snapping his fingers to cause a flash of television static to open up and almost violently eject a man with an identical craniotomy scar to the imp dressed in a loose fitting pair of duck-patterned pajamas in magenta and white and a pair of yellow bunny slippers.

"OW... what the hell, asshat? I was trying to fucking sleep!?"

The man snaps groggily, green eyes ringed with heavy dark circles.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"oh look, another one. I'm gonna become psychotic at this rate with how many people in my head at once."

he looked at what he was told was Monty

"Hey."

He gave a wave.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, but this isnt a dream, buddy.... if it was, we'd be stuck in a nightmarish funhouse of murder-hobos."

Monty sighed, getting up from the ground and brushing off his pajama pants before Otis wrapped his lanky arms around the ginger's shoulders, his dully clawed hands smoothing back the bedhead on Monty's hairline.

"You're gonna spoil the fun of mind-fucking this guy~!"

Otis chided with a smarmy chuckle, causing Monty to grab one of the horns on the imp's head and pull him away from the unwanted hug.

"Get off me, dipshit."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

His eyes narrowed, eyebrows lowered, and a snarl broke through his usual stoicism or annoyance.

"Mind-fucking me? Ohoho so that's what this is huh?"

He arms himself with the Hooker gun™ and a challenging glint shines in his eyes below the vail of his shades

"Fine. I can take two, it's double the fun! Just wanna know which one of you is hitting FIRST."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Monty raises his arms up in show of non-violence.

"Hey, easy! I never said I was with him!"

He protests, and Otis raises a brow in bored nonchalance, stepping out from behind Monty and resting his arm over the barrel of the shotgun.

"Really? You're gonna shoot me? That's an utterly worthless waste of ammunition. I'll save you the trouble and tell you bullets don't work on me."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked more annoyed.

"really? Ugh of course they don't, why would this be easy on me."

he rubbed his temple and put the gun away, with a deep sigh

"fine. Then what do you two want? Just to ruin my day or distract me?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, like I had said before, I just wanted to sate your cinephilic desires and gift you a TV if you'd only behaved yourself..."

Otis grumbled, thoroughly pissed off that he was being taken for an entirely evil creature. Monty sighed.

"All I wanted to do was get some sleep. Didn't ask to be dropped here- didn't ask to be threatened or bribed by this idiotic twit-"

He gestures to his Id half in apathetic reference.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He clearly looked less tense now. His eyes looked less angry and more confused and suspicious.

"A TV, eh? Can I see it first? Because the last time I was given a tv it exploded in my face, and I'm not kidding."

He looked a little annoyed at the memory, his fists tightening just slightly, but no longer because of the two strangers.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Why, of course~! Let me just..."

With a snap of his fingers, a television erupts from the ground with loose soil raining down the sides of the old analog device.

Monty looked frustrated.

"You are NOT giving him my old TV..."

"You never use the damned thing since I came out of it."

"No shit, Sherlock. I don't wanna risk any more fucked-up-clone-mirror-twins like you."

"Awh, someone's sentimental!"

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*he raised an eyebrow, confused why it came out of the damn ground.*

"alright.. convincing, but if it starts swirling or shows a picture of a puppet on it, I swear to all that hates me. I'll hunt you down."

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, I did initially want to gift this to you, but since you threatened to SHOOT me, I think a little payment is in order~"

Otis purred with smarmy arrogance, quite literally kicking Monty away into another static-formed sinkhole presumably leading back to wherever the imp fetched him from. He stepped closer, leaning against the top of the television with his leather-clad palms on either sides of the receiver antenna.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*he groans with a heavy eye roll.*

"shitt.. alright payment, fair. Ya take the American dollar?"

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis looked surprised at the offer of tangible money, unable to hold back a raucous laugh of incredulity, tears in his eyes.

"A-ARE YOU SERI-RIOUS!? PFFHH-!"

Once he composed himself, he shook his head, still tittering slightly.

"N-no... hhheheh... no, what I want is for you to owe me a favor~"

He couldn't believe the dumbass thought he wanted money in exchange for the TV.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*He took a cautious step back, and crossed his arms. This was taking too long, he had things to do and an appointment to get to.*

"a favor eh? What kind?"

*he rubbed his temples, suddenly overcome with a headache.*

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Just let that sweet little rascal in your brain pay me a visit sometime, hm?~ I wanna see how you could've confused me with the monster in your dreams~"

He bartered with a far too sweet tone, fascinated by the concept of the Other within the man.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

he snickered

"Otis huh? Got it. So, what do you do? Torture poor dudes like me for your sick kicks? Beat us up mentally?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Yeah, kind of. I mostly just bug my other half, though. Can't say no to some recreational murder here and there, though~... say, where IS Monty?~"

He muses aloud, itching his chin in contemplation. He perks up and grins wickedly, snapping his fingers to cause a flash of television static to open up and almost violently eject a man with an identical craniotomy scar to the imp dressed in a loose fitting pair of duck-patterned pajamas in magenta and white and a pair of yellow bunny slippers.

"OW... what the hell, asshat? I was trying to fucking sleep!?"

The man snaps groggily, green eyes ringed with heavy dark circles.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"oh look, another one. I'm gonna become psychotic at this rate with how many people in my head at once."

he looked at what he was told was Monty

"Hey."

He gave a wave.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, but this isnt a dream, buddy.... if it was, we'd be stuck in a nightmarish funhouse of murder-hobos."

Monty sighed, getting up from the ground and brushing off his pajama pants before Otis wrapped his lanky arms around the ginger's shoulders, his dully clawed hands smoothing back the bedhead on Monty's hairline.

"You're gonna spoil the fun of mind-fucking this guy~!"

Otis chided with a smarmy chuckle, causing Monty to grab one of the horns on the imp's head and pull him away from the unwanted hug.

"Get off me, dipshit."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

His eyes narrowed, eyebrows lowered, and a snarl broke through his usual stoicism or annoyance.

"Mind-fucking me? Ohoho so that's what this is huh?"

He arms himself with the Hooker gun™ and a challenging glint shines in his eyes below the vail of his shades

"Fine. I can take two, it's double the fun! Just wanna know which one of you is hitting FIRST."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Monty raises his arms up in show of non-violence.

"Hey, easy! I never said I was with him!"

He protests, and Otis raises a brow in bored nonchalance, stepping out from behind Monty and resting his arm over the barrel of the shotgun.

"Really? You're gonna shoot me? That's an utterly worthless waste of ammunition. I'll save you the trouble and tell you bullets don't work on me."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked more annoyed.

"really? Ugh of course they don't, why would this be easy on me."

he rubbed his temple and put the gun away, with a deep sigh

"fine. Then what do you two want? Just to ruin my day or distract me?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, like I had said before, I just wanted to sate your cinephilic desires and gift you a TV if you'd only behaved yourself..."

Otis grumbled, thoroughly pissed off that he was being taken for an entirely evil creature. Monty sighed.

"All I wanted to do was get some sleep. Didn't ask to be dropped here- didn't ask to be threatened or bribed by this idiotic twit-"

He gestures to his Id half in apathetic reference.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He clearly looked less tense now. His eyes looked less angry and more confused and suspicious.

"A TV, eh? Can I see it first? Because the last time I was given a tv it exploded in my face, and I'm not kidding."

He looked a little annoyed at the memory, his fists tightening just slightly, but no longer because of the two strangers.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Why, of course~! Let me just..."

With a snap of his fingers, a television erupts from the ground with loose soil raining down the sides of the old analog device.

Monty looked frustrated.

"You are NOT giving him my old TV..."

"You never use the damned thing since I came out of it."

"No shit, Sherlock. I don't wanna risk any more fucked-up-clone-mirror-twins like you."

"Awh, someone's sentimental!"

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*he raised an eyebrow, confused why it came out of the damn ground.*

"alright.. convincing, but if it starts swirling or shows a picture of a puppet on it, I swear to all that hates me. I'll hunt you down."

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, I did initially want to gift this to you, but since you threatened to SHOOT me, I think a little payment is in order~"

Otis purred with smarmy arrogance, quite literally kicking Monty away into another static-formed sinkhole presumably leading back to wherever the imp fetched him from. He stepped closer, leaning against the top of the television with his leather-clad palms on either sides of the receiver antenna.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*he groans with a heavy eye roll.*

"shitt.. alright payment, fair. Ya take the American dollar?"

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis looked surprised at the offer of tangible money, unable to hold back a raucous laugh of incredulity, tears in his eyes.

"A-ARE YOU SERI-RIOUS!? PFFHH-!"

Once he composed himself, he shook his head, still tittering slightly.

"N-no... hhheheh... no, what I want is for you to owe me a favor~"

He couldn't believe the dumbass thought he wanted money in exchange for the TV.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

he snickered

"Otis huh? Got it. So, what do you do? Torture poor dudes like me for your sick kicks? Beat us up mentally?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Yeah, kind of. I mostly just bug my other half, though. Can't say no to some recreational murder here and there, though~... say, where IS Monty?~"

He muses aloud, itching his chin in contemplation. He perks up and grins wickedly, snapping his fingers to cause a flash of television static to open up and almost violently eject a man with an identical craniotomy scar to the imp dressed in a loose fitting pair of duck-patterned pajamas in magenta and white and a pair of yellow bunny slippers.

"OW... what the hell, asshat? I was trying to fucking sleep!?"

The man snaps groggily, green eyes ringed with heavy dark circles.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"oh look, another one. I'm gonna become psychotic at this rate with how many people in my head at once."

he looked at what he was told was Monty

"Hey."

He gave a wave.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, but this isnt a dream, buddy.... if it was, we'd be stuck in a nightmarish funhouse of murder-hobos."

Monty sighed, getting up from the ground and brushing off his pajama pants before Otis wrapped his lanky arms around the ginger's shoulders, his dully clawed hands smoothing back the bedhead on Monty's hairline.

"You're gonna spoil the fun of mind-fucking this guy~!"

Otis chided with a smarmy chuckle, causing Monty to grab one of the horns on the imp's head and pull him away from the unwanted hug.

"Get off me, dipshit."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

His eyes narrowed, eyebrows lowered, and a snarl broke through his usual stoicism or annoyance.

"Mind-fucking me? Ohoho so that's what this is huh?"

He arms himself with the Hooker gun™ and a challenging glint shines in his eyes below the vail of his shades

"Fine. I can take two, it's double the fun! Just wanna know which one of you is hitting FIRST."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Monty raises his arms up in show of non-violence.

"Hey, easy! I never said I was with him!"

He protests, and Otis raises a brow in bored nonchalance, stepping out from behind Monty and resting his arm over the barrel of the shotgun.

"Really? You're gonna shoot me? That's an utterly worthless waste of ammunition. I'll save you the trouble and tell you bullets don't work on me."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked more annoyed.

"really? Ugh of course they don't, why would this be easy on me."

he rubbed his temple and put the gun away, with a deep sigh

"fine. Then what do you two want? Just to ruin my day or distract me?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, like I had said before, I just wanted to sate your cinephilic desires and gift you a TV if you'd only behaved yourself..."

Otis grumbled, thoroughly pissed off that he was being taken for an entirely evil creature. Monty sighed.

"All I wanted to do was get some sleep. Didn't ask to be dropped here- didn't ask to be threatened or bribed by this idiotic twit-"

He gestures to his Id half in apathetic reference.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He clearly looked less tense now. His eyes looked less angry and more confused and suspicious.

"A TV, eh? Can I see it first? Because the last time I was given a tv it exploded in my face, and I'm not kidding."

He looked a little annoyed at the memory, his fists tightening just slightly, but no longer because of the two strangers.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Why, of course~! Let me just..."

With a snap of his fingers, a television erupts from the ground with loose soil raining down the sides of the old analog device.

Monty looked frustrated.

"You are NOT giving him my old TV..."

"You never use the damned thing since I came out of it."

"No shit, Sherlock. I don't wanna risk any more fucked-up-clone-mirror-twins like you."

"Awh, someone's sentimental!"

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

*he raised an eyebrow, confused why it came out of the damn ground.*

"alright.. convincing, but if it starts swirling or shows a picture of a puppet on it, I swear to all that hates me. I'll hunt you down."

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, I did initially want to gift this to you, but since you threatened to SHOOT me, I think a little payment is in order~"

Otis purred with smarmy arrogance, quite literally kicking Monty away into another static-formed sinkhole presumably leading back to wherever the imp fetched him from. He stepped closer, leaning against the top of the television with his leather-clad palms on either sides of the receiver antenna.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

he snickered

"Otis huh? Got it. So, what do you do? Torture poor dudes like me for your sick kicks? Beat us up mentally?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Yeah, kind of. I mostly just bug my other half, though. Can't say no to some recreational murder here and there, though~... say, where IS Monty?~"

He muses aloud, itching his chin in contemplation. He perks up and grins wickedly, snapping his fingers to cause a flash of television static to open up and almost violently eject a man with an identical craniotomy scar to the imp dressed in a loose fitting pair of duck-patterned pajamas in magenta and white and a pair of yellow bunny slippers.

"OW... what the hell, asshat? I was trying to fucking sleep!?"

The man snaps groggily, green eyes ringed with heavy dark circles.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"oh look, another one. I'm gonna become psychotic at this rate with how many people in my head at once."

he looked at what he was told was Monty

"Hey."

He gave a wave.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, but this isnt a dream, buddy.... if it was, we'd be stuck in a nightmarish funhouse of murder-hobos."

Monty sighed, getting up from the ground and brushing off his pajama pants before Otis wrapped his lanky arms around the ginger's shoulders, his dully clawed hands smoothing back the bedhead on Monty's hairline.

"You're gonna spoil the fun of mind-fucking this guy~!"

Otis chided with a smarmy chuckle, causing Monty to grab one of the horns on the imp's head and pull him away from the unwanted hug.

"Get off me, dipshit."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

His eyes narrowed, eyebrows lowered, and a snarl broke through his usual stoicism or annoyance.

"Mind-fucking me? Ohoho so that's what this is huh?"

He arms himself with the Hooker gun™ and a challenging glint shines in his eyes below the vail of his shades

"Fine. I can take two, it's double the fun! Just wanna know which one of you is hitting FIRST."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Monty raises his arms up in show of non-violence.

"Hey, easy! I never said I was with him!"

He protests, and Otis raises a brow in bored nonchalance, stepping out from behind Monty and resting his arm over the barrel of the shotgun.

"Really? You're gonna shoot me? That's an utterly worthless waste of ammunition. I'll save you the trouble and tell you bullets don't work on me."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked more annoyed.

"really? Ugh of course they don't, why would this be easy on me."

he rubbed his temple and put the gun away, with a deep sigh

"fine. Then what do you two want? Just to ruin my day or distract me?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, like I had said before, I just wanted to sate your cinephilic desires and gift you a TV if you'd only behaved yourself..."

Otis grumbled, thoroughly pissed off that he was being taken for an entirely evil creature. Monty sighed.

"All I wanted to do was get some sleep. Didn't ask to be dropped here- didn't ask to be threatened or bribed by this idiotic twit-"

He gestures to his Id half in apathetic reference.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He clearly looked less tense now. His eyes looked less angry and more confused and suspicious.

"A TV, eh? Can I see it first? Because the last time I was given a tv it exploded in my face, and I'm not kidding."

He looked a little annoyed at the memory, his fists tightening just slightly, but no longer because of the two strangers.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Why, of course~! Let me just..."

With a snap of his fingers, a television erupts from the ground with loose soil raining down the sides of the old analog device.

Monty looked frustrated.

"You are NOT giving him my old TV..."

"You never use the damned thing since I came out of it."

"No shit, Sherlock. I don't wanna risk any more fucked-up-clone-mirror-twins like you."

"Awh, someone's sentimental!"

[askthesiamesedudes]

Hi, Otis! I love you lots!~

I hope you and Monty have been doing well :)

Hey babycakes!~ Never get tired of hearing from you. Keep thinking about the next time I get to [CENSORING THIS JESUS FUCKING CHRIST]

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

he snickered

"Otis huh? Got it. So, what do you do? Torture poor dudes like me for your sick kicks? Beat us up mentally?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Yeah, kind of. I mostly just bug my other half, though. Can't say no to some recreational murder here and there, though~... say, where IS Monty?~"

He muses aloud, itching his chin in contemplation. He perks up and grins wickedly, snapping his fingers to cause a flash of television static to open up and almost violently eject a man with an identical craniotomy scar to the imp dressed in a loose fitting pair of duck-patterned pajamas in magenta and white and a pair of yellow bunny slippers.

"OW... what the hell, asshat? I was trying to fucking sleep!?"

The man snaps groggily, green eyes ringed with heavy dark circles.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"oh look, another one. I'm gonna become psychotic at this rate with how many people in my head at once."

he looked at what he was told was Monty

"Hey."

He gave a wave.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, but this isnt a dream, buddy.... if it was, we'd be stuck in a nightmarish funhouse of murder-hobos."

Monty sighed, getting up from the ground and brushing off his pajama pants before Otis wrapped his lanky arms around the ginger's shoulders, his dully clawed hands smoothing back the bedhead on Monty's hairline.

"You're gonna spoil the fun of mind-fucking this guy~!"

Otis chided with a smarmy chuckle, causing Monty to grab one of the horns on the imp's head and pull him away from the unwanted hug.

"Get off me, dipshit."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

His eyes narrowed, eyebrows lowered, and a snarl broke through his usual stoicism or annoyance.

"Mind-fucking me? Ohoho so that's what this is huh?"

He arms himself with the Hooker gun™ and a challenging glint shines in his eyes below the vail of his shades

"Fine. I can take two, it's double the fun! Just wanna know which one of you is hitting FIRST."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Monty raises his arms up in show of non-violence.

"Hey, easy! I never said I was with him!"

He protests, and Otis raises a brow in bored nonchalance, stepping out from behind Monty and resting his arm over the barrel of the shotgun.

"Really? You're gonna shoot me? That's an utterly worthless waste of ammunition. I'll save you the trouble and tell you bullets don't work on me."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked more annoyed.

"really? Ugh of course they don't, why would this be easy on me."

he rubbed his temple and put the gun away, with a deep sigh

"fine. Then what do you two want? Just to ruin my day or distract me?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Well, like I had said before, I just wanted to sate your cinephilic desires and gift you a TV if you'd only behaved yourself..."

Otis grumbled, thoroughly pissed off that he was being taken for an entirely evil creature. Monty sighed.

"All I wanted to do was get some sleep. Didn't ask to be dropped here- didn't ask to be threatened or bribed by this idiotic twit-"

He gestures to his Id half in apathetic reference.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

he snickered

"Otis huh? Got it. So, what do you do? Torture poor dudes like me for your sick kicks? Beat us up mentally?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Yeah, kind of. I mostly just bug my other half, though. Can't say no to some recreational murder here and there, though~... say, where IS Monty?~"

He muses aloud, itching his chin in contemplation. He perks up and grins wickedly, snapping his fingers to cause a flash of television static to open up and almost violently eject a man with an identical craniotomy scar to the imp dressed in a loose fitting pair of duck-patterned pajamas in magenta and white and a pair of yellow bunny slippers.

"OW... what the hell, asshat? I was trying to fucking sleep!?"

The man snaps groggily, green eyes ringed with heavy dark circles.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"oh look, another one. I'm gonna become psychotic at this rate with how many people in my head at once."

he looked at what he was told was Monty

"Hey."

He gave a wave.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, but this isnt a dream, buddy.... if it was, we'd be stuck in a nightmarish funhouse of murder-hobos."

Monty sighed, getting up from the ground and brushing off his pajama pants before Otis wrapped his lanky arms around the ginger's shoulders, his dully clawed hands smoothing back the bedhead on Monty's hairline.

"You're gonna spoil the fun of mind-fucking this guy~!"

Otis chided with a smarmy chuckle, causing Monty to grab one of the horns on the imp's head and pull him away from the unwanted hug.

"Get off me, dipshit."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

His eyes narrowed, eyebrows lowered, and a snarl broke through his usual stoicism or annoyance.

"Mind-fucking me? Ohoho so that's what this is huh?"

He arms himself with the Hooker gun™ and a challenging glint shines in his eyes below the vail of his shades

"Fine. I can take two, it's double the fun! Just wanna know which one of you is hitting FIRST."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Monty raises his arms up in show of non-violence.

"Hey, easy! I never said I was with him!"

He protests, and Otis raises a brow in bored nonchalance, stepping out from behind Monty and resting his arm over the barrel of the shotgun.

"Really? You're gonna shoot me? That's an utterly worthless waste of ammunition. I'll save you the trouble and tell you bullets don't work on me."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

he snickered

"Otis huh? Got it. So, what do you do? Torture poor dudes like me for your sick kicks? Beat us up mentally?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Yeah, kind of. I mostly just bug my other half, though. Can't say no to some recreational murder here and there, though~... say, where IS Monty?~"

He muses aloud, itching his chin in contemplation. He perks up and grins wickedly, snapping his fingers to cause a flash of television static to open up and almost violently eject a man with an identical craniotomy scar to the imp dressed in a loose fitting pair of duck-patterned pajamas in magenta and white and a pair of yellow bunny slippers.

"OW... what the hell, asshat? I was trying to fucking sleep!?"

The man snaps groggily, green eyes ringed with heavy dark circles.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"oh look, another one. I'm gonna become psychotic at this rate with how many people in my head at once."

he looked at what he was told was Monty

"Hey."

He gave a wave.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, but this isnt a dream, buddy.... if it was, we'd be stuck in a nightmarish funhouse of murder-hobos."

Monty sighed, getting up from the ground and brushing off his pajama pants before Otis wrapped his lanky arms around the ginger's shoulders, his dully clawed hands smoothing back the bedhead on Monty's hairline.

"You're gonna spoil the fun of mind-fucking this guy~!"

Otis chided with a smarmy chuckle, causing Monty to grab one of the horns on the imp's head and pull him away from the unwanted hug.

"Get off me, dipshit."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

he snickered

"Otis huh? Got it. So, what do you do? Torture poor dudes like me for your sick kicks? Beat us up mentally?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Yeah, kind of. I mostly just bug my other half, though. Can't say no to some recreational murder here and there, though~... say, where IS Monty?~"

He muses aloud, itching his chin in contemplation. He perks up and grins wickedly, snapping his fingers to cause a flash of television static to open up and almost violently eject a man with an identical craniotomy scar to the imp dressed in a loose fitting pair of duck-patterned pajamas in magenta and white and a pair of yellow bunny slippers.

"OW... what the hell, asshat? I was trying to fucking sleep!?"

The man snaps groggily, green eyes ringed with heavy dark circles.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He looked suprised, his jaw almost dropped seeing Otis just switch like that number one, and number two have a fucking erection outta nowhere, added with a tail wag Dude had no choice but scream:

"what the actual FUCK??!"

he took a surprised step back, his eyes wide, definitely surprised this could happen, he wasn't expecting it but he calmed down pretty quickly

"OKAY, you're kinky then? Great. Another freak with a deeper version of my voice and shades. Now, to the million dollar question: who are you?"

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

He shook out his head when he realized what was going on, a bit embarrassed about his impulsive daydream. His arousal instantly disappeared in a near comical flatline, his attention brought back to the moment at hand.

"Oh, shit. Right."

He clears his throat to readjust his voice before he answers,

"Odysseus Roland, at your dismay~ If that's too complicated for your addled pea-brain, I suppose you can call me Otis."

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

He falls back a little and shoved his hands up. He looked a bit annoyed but decided instead of actually apologizing, He was gonna be a dick. His smile widened, a teasing grin.

"Oh wow. So strong." he mocked

"now could you please just tell me what you are? You look like Other, but I figure you're something else. My other guess is you're something close to whatever Psyk was."

He groaned and rubbed his temple

"I can't understand this shit.. so explain it the best you can, would ya?"

He looked at Otis challengingly

"unless you wanted a fight, because in that case bring it on."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

At the mention of his malicious beau, he loses all previous hostility, caught in a wondrous daydream of yearning lust. His leathery tail wags eagerly, jeans cramped with a sudden desperation.

"Psykie~...."

He purrs out languidly, sagging in his posture.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

"well I wouldn't know why. I'm basically just talking with him right now. Actually, how am I talking to you? Are you in my head oh this isn't one of those brain worm things again is this? I could swear I shot that fucker."

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

Otis takes great offense to being compared to a parasite, his ruby-pink eyes now glaringly bright behind the isosceles sunglasses. His black horns stretch through the skin of his scalp as they grow in anger.

"Brain worm!? No, you fucking asshole, I'm flesh and blood!!"

He snarls with shark-like teeth bared, the Rick Hunter inflection dropping in favor of a gravelly threat. He shoves The Dude slightly, proving his point of tangibility.

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Gee, you look awfully familiar, pal~... Still pining after the sweet necessities of a couch potato, huh? Maybe I can help with that~ 🧿

@askthesiamesedudes

Huh? Now who are you? And also, how do you know about Couch potato?

Double also, pining?! Listen, we're just watching a movie together. That's all.

And he's handsome, that's not flirting that's just telling em like it is!

[askthesiamesedudes]

"Aw, looks like someone's trying to read between the lines a little too hard... are you talking about our sweet Tobi-boy?~ hurt a single precious hair on his head and I'll skip rope with your entrails...."

Otis speaks with such flirtatious charm, but those words are anything but insincere...

[the-mindfucked-dude-deactivated]

Listen. I'm here to watch a couple of movies. No need to get all.. what do the kids say.. "Yandere" on me. It's Uwe Boll and we're sharing moonshine. Big whoop, Relax.

Also, what's with people speaking to me with this.. weird flirty tone?

Plus, if you think im dangerous then just join me and Tobias on the couch, no need to get your panties in a twist.. jeez.

-@askthesiamesedudes

[askthesiamesedudes]

"I mean, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with my sweet little human pal, but I think he'd tear me a new one if i showed up... he's mad at me for some reason.... no clue why."

He seemed genuinely stumped as to why Tobias would be upset with him, a hint of insecurity showing in the twitch of a leathery, smooth tail like that of a shaved dog. He scratched at the set of horns at his hairline, feeling less welcome and more awkward.