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@cartmanandbutters
Am I?
-happyface
@sheezusly
By the time Eric makes it to her place, hes dressed up a little nicer. If you wanted to convince someone to do something, looking good would be more of a benefit to a sweet talker like himself.
He runs a hand through his combed back hair and adjusts his leather coat a bit, before giving her door a few knocks.
"Oh sweetheart, Daddy's home~ !" He snickers to himself. Playing house with Wendy was always funny.
Wendy was sitting on her couch and looked up from her phone when she heard the knocks at the door. Rolling her eyes at his greeting once he walked through the door.
"Kandie is in the back yard playing." Wendy wasn't dressed nearly as nice. She had spent the morning cleaning so she had her hair up in a messy bun while wearing sweats and a baggy shirt.
"You look.... nice." She set her phone down and sighed, "So what's the bullshit are you trying to get me involved in?"
He looks her over, still unsure how Wendy can look like such a mess and still look so hot. With an eye roll at her question, he grunts as he sits beside her, stretching am arm along the back of the couch.
"All I need is an alibi, cant yew do me this one little solid? Think of all the great times we had" he sniffles a bit, wiping a tear that wasnt there.
"Think of Kandie..." He reaches out and places his hand, placing it over her knee "Come on. I know yew totally want to protect me. For her."
@sheezusly
By the time Eric makes it to her place, hes dressed up a little nicer. If you wanted to convince someone to do something, looking good would be more of a benefit to a sweet talker like himself.
He runs a hand through his combed back hair and adjusts his leather coat a bit, before giving her door a few knocks.
"Oh sweetheart, Daddy's home~ !" He snickers to himself. Playing house with Wendy was always funny.
[TXT] : can you lie for me?
/ @cartmanandbutters
[txt]: Can I? Yes. Will I? Depends.... What did you do?
[txt]: I s2g if you fuck me over because of this, Eric...
[txt]: Get your ass over here and tell me what's going on.
[ txt ]: Ur so dramatic ugh fine im on my way
[TXT] : can you lie for me?
/ @cartmanandbutters
[txt]: Can I? Yes. Will I? Depends.... What did you do?
[ txt ]: Wouldnt u rather not know? Plausible deniability would really be better for you
[ txt ]: lol
[ txt ]: do it for ur kid alright she needs a dad
[txt]: I'd still need to know what I'm even saying for a lie...
[txt]: which now I'm debating on doing because wtf did you do?
[txt]: because sending texts about it if it's legal trouble is not the way to go. She needs at least one of us around and I will not lie for you if it gets both of us locked up.
[ txt ]: Relaaax alright all u gotta do is say I was here last night. We got drunk and played some games or something idk
[ txt ]: im on a burner, u better learn to hide and delete ur texts u lame ass
[ txt ]: look uh well. I cant just tell u especially not to your stupid phone. U just gotta trust me, im doing it for her.
[TXT] : can you lie for me?
/ @cartmanandbutters
[txt]: Can I? Yes. Will I? Depends.... What did you do?
[ txt ]: Wouldnt u rather not know? Plausible deniability would really be better for you
[ txt ]: lol
[ txt ]: do it for ur kid alright she needs a dad
by Plamen Penov
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