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“That’s adorable. If only Pulp Fiction were about orange juice. Then they would have casted OJ Simpson in it.” He smiled, relishing in the feeling of being so close to Ari. “Boxer-briefs will do.” Whizzer planted a kiss right on Ari’s lips, lasting only a second, but it felt heavenly. “You know I don’t really feel like watching a Tarantino. Too much blood.” He laughed, moving his arms up and around the other’s neck. “I just wanna keep looking at your beautiful eyes.”
“That was-- it was a stretch, but funny.” He chuckled lightly while pulling himself away from the other. Ari grabbed a pair of boxer-briefs for the other and handed it to Whizzer. “Weaaak.” He teased in a sing-song voice. “Are you trying to soul search with me Whiz? I usually don’t do that until the one month annivesary.” The doctor moved to sit on his bed. His eyes wandered up and down Whizzer’s body as he waited for the other. “What do you want to eat?”















