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Ɓιʀтнɗαу Ƙιттєη
⋉✨⋊— Dumping his items on the counter of the local Spencers, Pim looked up to the clerk. Very seriously he went on to ask, “Can I get all these and in return, instead of currency, I reward you with five very flattering compliments?”
The poor bastard was broke. Regards to anyone waiting in line behind him, this could be awhile.
Hєу, Ɓαттєʀ, Ɓαттєʀ! Sωιηg!
⋉✨⋊— Cheeky Nandos was where he was headed, but not where he ended up. The european adult had merely wandered out of his apartment and down the road before trouble had caught up with him. Street urchins were always near it seemed, to hassle perfectly good people. Pim, however, was not a particularly good person and these scumbags had made an unfortunate mistake.
It didn’t take long before they were beaten to a pulp, despite his bat not even swinging his bat once. He had forgone the weapon in favor of his fists. Both of which now sported slowly bruising knuckles that were split and scraped in some areas. He was a bloody mess. One or two good hits and his mouth had filled with blood along with his nose dripping and his cheek wound reopening. He was easily becoming a fountain.
Weapon in hand, the less-then-okay-looking murderer made his way to the closest Stop-N-Shop to rinse out his mouth and clean his face. He didn’t even care about food anymore at this point. He was too agitated to sit and have a proper meal. A fact that became even more apparent as he met long, awkward, stares from the store clerk and other random customers.
The fuck were they looking at?
AƖƖєѕ Ɠυтє zυм Ɠєвυятѕтαg!
[🐾] – If the shaman had genuinely sensed danger, he very easily could break both of this guys arms and leave, but instinct told him that this guy is just a damn idiot. He doesn’t know a single thing about him except the fact his name is Pim. It makes you wonder if he was born an idiot or if there’s a reason for it.
All of these irrelevant thoughts were probably popping up so he could avoid thinking about the actual situation. Not once has Chocolove had to dealt with this, so he’s freaking out just a bit. There hasn’t ever been a time when he was this red, either, and he kind of feels like he’s ready to pass out. Besides being all clammy and panicking, now he’s got his sunglasses stuck in his hair and this wreck is nose to nose with him. What do you even do in this situation? How are you supposed to react, what are you supposed to say? Swallowing thickly, all he could do was nod his head. His whole life he’s been devoid of any sort of… physical affection, so he truly was clueless, but a little more curious than meets the eye.
⋉✨⋊— The small confirmation wasn’t very assuring to what was being asked. It just made Pim question himself even more. He hadn’t planned any of this out. He thought that he’d just be bringing by the guy’s birthday gift, but oh boy was he wrong now. Now he was anus deep in a predicament, or well, soon to be anus deep in Chocolove.
Of course the ghost lover was attractive by all accounts, there was no denying this fact. However, Pim had yet to land this far into hell with anyone he wasn’t more familiar with. The ‘wife’ of all wives had cold feet and hadn’t even stuck their toes into the water yet.
“No need to strain yourself,” he teased, “I read you loud and clear.”
Not to be proven a sham, Pim stoned himself (420 blaze it) and freed the sunglasses from the boy’s hair. Tossed were they, just before grabbing the gang member’s chin and covering full lips with his own.
Tilt-a-Whirl
⋉✨⋊— Sector one was a mess and this German child was not up to snuff with the ways of Hive City. As soon as Pim thought he had found his way to the train station he found himself back near the coffee shop.
“Damn it,” he grumbled, completely confused.
AƖƖєѕ Ɠυтє zυм Ɠєвυятѕтαg!
[🐾] – Chocolove has been through a lot of shit in his life, but not once, not a singular time has he had to learn to deal with some random fuckboy trying to pull down his skirt and make him do things with a blow-up doll. He didn’t know how he was meant to react in this situation. There was sounds coming from the shaman that are meant to be words, but they just kinda sound like indecisive mumblings. At this point, he might as well go along with it. What is there to lose? If it gets too crazy, he’ll just break the guys neck, no biggie.
“Why are you doing this? Just a general question.”
⋉✨⋊— Pim Klein and ‘self control’ were not synonymous. Once he started there was little that could be done to stop him. Really, the only one who was ever able to reel him in was Jago and Jago wasn’t here. This meant that Chocolove was stuck with the catch of the day in his full fucky glory.
“Obviously, I’m trying to get your day made aka get you laid. It’s your birthday you deserve a treat.”
Releasing the terrified shaman’s waistband, Pim took a step closer so their chests were just about touching. It was a heart-to-heart moment. Or, well, a nip-to-nip moment, if you will. Rugged hands reached and securely took hold of the glasses sitting upon Chocolove’s head. Lifting, he maneuvered them around the boy’s ears, but managed to get them caught in his poof of hair. (Which wasn’t easy to untangle by any means as this kid had a glorious mane-- I mean holy shit son you could rent this head of hair out to the homeless to provide shelter on those cold nights.) Coincidentally, the task brought him rather close to the guy. Just about nose to nose, actually. Oh boy.
“You do want to be treated, don’t you?”
AƖƖєѕ Ɠυтє zυм Ɠєвυятѕтαg!
[🐾] – Bro, it’s not gay if it’s on the moon. There might not be broxygen there, but don’t worry, it’s still not gay. Well, actually, Chocolove was very aware that this was insanely un-heterosexual. Which, wasn’t really the problem here. The problem here was this guy he barely knew was trying to get him to strip.
Sometimes you gotta look inside yourself and say ‘what am I willing to put up with today?’ Not fucking this. Except he’s actually kind of debating just going along with this for the sole reason that it’s his birthday, why not do something fun? Even if his face is turning a dark red and he can’t feel his extremities. “A-Aah…” That’s all he managed to get out
⋉✨⋊— Bro. Bruv. Bromeo. There’s nothing to worry about, hetero or homo. Bro time was bro time, there was no shame when it came to something as sacred as this.
“First we gotta prepare you then the doll. I mean if you want I can even stick around and give you some eye candy to ogle at,” there it goes. His classic wink.
He was battening down the hatches and plummeting straight to hell back where he belonged. Pim had a habit of getting carried away if he wasn’t put in his place.
AƖƖєѕ Ɠυтє zυм Ɠєвυятѕтαg!
[🐾] – It’s almost as if he could feel his pure skin burning underneath the touch of such a SINNER. No, he’s really not that pure, but like he had said, he rather keep his nasties to himself. He wasn’t the type people were ever attracted to, so this behavior was really bizarre to him. I mean, obviously this guy wasn’t attracted to him either, but this outgoing personality is not one he’s experienced before.
STOP THE BUS! Why are his hands going down there?! When he said he’d help, he didn’t think it’d be literal! This is getting a little too spicy for him. “H-Hey, look, I-I rather use this thing on my own! Not that I really want to, or intend to, but I know how to do these things!” Bro…. this is gay.
⋉✨⋊— Bro, it’s not gay unless the dicks kiss. Pim was in the zone, the brozone. The air was pure as long as he was breathing the same oxygen as his bro. Broxygen. All would by okay.
Pim snuck his fingers into the waistband of his bro’s skirt, not tugging but not really letting the other go. He just kind of chilled there fingering his bro. No homo.
“Sounds like someone’s shy. Don’t worry, I’m a good wife! Let me help you out,” Pim piped up.
“Out of those clothes~.”
AƖƖєѕ Ɠυтє zυм Ɠєвυятѕтαg!
[🐾] – Oh god. Oh god. Abort, abort! He already was ready to climb out his window and make an escape, but it’s only going downhill. Just as he was getting ready to shut the door and abscond, the guy invited himself right in. Now he’s in his apartment.
Fuck.
How is he going to get rid of him now? “Uh, listen, buddy, I like to keep my sinning lowkey, I don’t really need help doing anything, nor did I really plan on…. sticking anything in that.” Sorry to disappoint.
⋉✨⋊— Sinning? What was so sinful about pleasing yourself and feeling good? He didn’t understand that sort of shame. Pivoting and going back the way in which he came, Pim snatched up Chocolove’s hand and drug him into the apartment. “What do you mean? Sticking things in is the fun part! Let me give you a hand.” Steps were light and his whole demeanor seemed to show that he was at ease.
Pim didn’t take himself very seriously. Spending so much time locked up gave you a new perspective. You had to keep things exciting one way or another, so why care about what others thought of you? Not that he really cared much at all before that, but--
“Loosen up, here, I’ll get your skirt, you get your shirt,” here comes the incoming helping hand that Chocolove would more than likely grow to fear.But I mean, what kind of bro would he be if he didn’t help out his bro on his birthday? Bro.
AƖƖєѕ Ɠυтє zυм Ɠєвυятѕтαg!
[🐾] – Speaking to people was a mistake. Opening the door was an even bigger mistake. Why was the first person he interacted with like this? Well…. a friend was a friend. “Yeah, yeah, she’s real pretty and all, uh, thanks. I’m sure she’ll make a good practice dummy.” He’s talking about training, not sticking anything in plastic orifices.
⋉✨⋊— Amazing! This was amazing. He was actually going to use his gfit. This would be the first time anyone appreciated his efforts. “Now, she isn’t as tight as the real thing,” Pim said as he motioned to the downed doll’s very wide mouth, “but for practice she’s just what you would need.”
Oblivious was he to the fact that he was probably unwelcome here, Pimmy waltzed right past the dark haired teen and into his apartment, “Here let me set her up for you, I mean it is your birthday afterall.”
He was going to lube up the doll and set the room for some ambiance. It was the least he could do. The least.
AƖƖєѕ Ɠυтє zυм Ɠєвυятѕтαg!
[🐾] – You know what, he should’ve just never answered the door. Does he still have a chance to shut the door and pretend this never happened? It was different when it was his own antics, but to have it be someone else, he’s realizing this is just embarrassing. Grabbing the dolls arm, he quickly threw it into his apartment so people passing by didn’t have to see that. “You… shouldn’t have. You really shouldn’t have.”
⋉✨⋊— But he had, and there was no taking it back. This beautiful bombshell of a blonde was all for Chocolove to enjoy and treasure. He was a lucky boy.
“Now I know se’s not as gorgeous as I am but you always have your imagination. It’s perfect for those lonely nights.” Honestly, he was like a puppy. He had done all this thinking that the other would be thrilled. He had good intentions, as unconvincing as that may seem.
AƖƖєѕ Ɠυтє zυм Ɠєвυятѕтαg!
[🐾] – It was a very quiet birthday so far. To be honest, it was nothing new. Sure, they would sing happy birthday to him in the orphanage, and the one year he had spent with his gang, they celebrated, but since then, birthdays have been kind of lonely. He had only spoken to a handful of people in this city anyway.
So, naturally, he thought the knock on the door was for one of his roommates. Since he was such a polite soul, he had gotten up, Mic floating behind, and glanced through the peephole. Oh no. Not this guy. He debated not answering it and pretending no one was home, but the kindness in his soul didn’t allow him. With a deep breath, he opened up the door, preparing for the storm.
“Yo.”
⋉✨⋊— “Alles Gute zum Geburtstag,” the wish was said excitedly as the blow-up doll was shoved at Chocolove. Demeanor changed as Pim peeked around the plastic figure, a sultry smirk upon his lips, “Promise that you’ll think of me when you use it?”
AƖƖєѕ Ɠυтє zυм Ɠєвυятѕтαg!
⋉✨⋊— Arms swung as Pim traveled across distant lands-- well, across sectors, actually. See, he had heard through the grapevine that today was a certain sponge-haired boy’s birthday. That meant that it was time to bless him with gifts.
As the serial murderer made his way to the apartment complex a number of dirty looks were thrown his way. None deterred him from his ultimate goal, however. Knock, knock, the ultimate fuck-o is here.
I owe three starters and one reply here and I’ll be doing them tomorrow once I’m home from work. I’m sorry for the delay, I’ve just had quite a bit happening all at once! I’ll see you all in 12+ hours.
windsoflaughter:
[🐾] – “You’re not even that much taller than me,” he said with a huff, arms crossing over his chest. Is this trashbag judging his storage techniques? Little does he know, this is the most convenient way of carrying things. “Nothing, it just so happen that a pen was in there. If you want snacks, you’re going to have to find ‘em yourself! That’s the way the cookie crumbles.” Haha, pretty good one.
⋉✨⋊— “But I I am taller,” he instigated as he poked at the sponge-y locks of Chocolove. “You’re telling me you keep an entire notepad in there, but nothing to eat?”
“You’re not going to survive the winter.”
windsoflaughter:
[🐾] – This was necessary. If he didn’t have notes on everyone, how was he going to have the upperhand? If these guys weren’t from the Shaman Fight, or for some reason, he just didn’t ever hear of them, he’s gonna need notes. – Stop the bus.
“L-Listen! My ‘love life’ is none of your business! Why don’t you stop being so nosy, huh?!” He’d point to his nose for emphasis.
⋉✨⋊— “Hey, hey. No need to get defensive. I hear you even from up here,” he made a quick height joke, “So, what else do you keep in that?” Pim motioned to Chocolove’s hair in curiosity. “You got snacks up there? I’m starving.”
windsoflaughter:
[🐾] – The spirit ball let out a snarl as it was examined. Maybe due to this city’s circumstances, other people who clearly aren’t shamans are able to see Mic. Either that or everyone is a shaman, but it seems like the prior is more believable. Meanwhile, Chocolove was already done with this conversation, and it only just began. At least he’s getting some information out of this, pulling a pen out from his hair and jotting down the name and some small notes in his notebook.
“The name’s Chocolove. Chocolove McDonell. It’s, uh, real nice to meet ya’, Pim. I’m feeling like Dim might be more appropriate.” Bu dum tss.
⋉✨⋊— An eyebrow was raised in suspicion and Pim began to feel antsy as notes were taken. Why the hell was he doing that? No one needed info on him, not like that. He’d have to do something about it.
“Chocolove? Strange considering how vanilla your love life seems to be,” Pim sounded bored. His behavior was slowly turning and becoming more guarded than his previous passive nature. But overall, he seemed just as casual as ever.
windsoflaughter:
[🐾] – Chocolove has seen so much in his life, been through so many things, but the first few minutes he’s spent in this new environment, and he was already overwhelmed. Pulling out his little handbook, he hastily flipped through it. Not having any information on any of these people would be the death of him. “Alright, fine, it was pretty good, but do you plan on stopping? Like any time soon? I’m all for fun kinky things, but this is not the place nor time! Who even are you!? The only animal here is Mic!” Gestures to his lil’ ball of jaguar.
⋉✨⋊— Pim was pretty surprised by the probably dead, floating, ghost-animal that popped up when spoken of. Well look at that, a shiny Ponyta. Keeping his wits and chocking what he was seeing up to sever sleep deprivation, Pim was able to continue this conversation without freaking out. “Stop? Woah, woah! Hold on. You saying the claws are kinky? You haven’t lived a full and exciting life.”
As for who he was, Pim brought his bat back to his shoulder, “Pim Klein’s the name. What about you? Who are you, exactly, hm?”
