Sorry, Not Sorry

“If y’all hate pet rats an’ think they should die, then I’m sorry, but we can’t be friends. Them’s the rules.”

“Then you’re on the way on becoming my new buddy. I love rats too. Next step is to prank someone.”

“Oh gosh, uhh… I guess that depends on th’kind of prank? I don’t wanna hurt anybody…”

“Boooo come on bruh! Hurting someone makes the prank more fun!”

“B-But hurting people isn’t nice…!”

“But not hurting them it’s boring! Besides it’s not like the prank is dangerous. It’s kinda like a non lethal hurt.”

“…w-well… uhh… I-I guess you’re right,” Daniel mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe if th’person deserves it, too?”

“There you go! That’s always a good point. A bully always needs to be taught a lesson. So if anyone makes fun of you set fire to their backyard. Won’t see it coming.”

“If y’all hate pet rats an’ think they should die, then I’m sorry, but we can’t be friends. Them’s the rules.”

“Then you’re on the way on becoming my new buddy. I love rats too. Next step is to prank someone.”

“Oh gosh, uhh… I guess that depends on th’kind of prank? I don’t wanna hurt anybody…”

“Boooo come on bruh! Hurting someone makes the prank more fun!”

“B-But hurting people isn’t nice…!”

“But not hurting them it’s boring! Besides it’s not like the prank is dangerous. It’s kinda like a non lethal hurt.”

“If y’all hate pet rats an’ think they should die, then I’m sorry, but we can’t be friends. Them’s the rules.”

“Then you’re on the way on becoming my new buddy. I love rats too. Next step is to prank someone.”

“Oh gosh, uhh… I guess that depends on th’kind of prank? I don’t wanna hurt anybody…”

#rhett is a bad influence #yeah. poor danny

“Boooo come on bruh! Hurting someone makes the prank more fun!”

“If y’all hate pet rats an’ think they should die, then I’m sorry, but we can’t be friends. Them’s the rules.”

“Then you’re on the way on becoming my new buddy. I love rats too. Next step is to prank someone.”

deadscottblog

.. wheezing. ..

Texting:

Little help please. . I need a cold steak and an an aspirin.

@rhettblog

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I’ll be there right away bruh! I don’t have cold steak at home so I’m bringing a bag of cold vegetables. It’s kinda like the same thing.

(Text sent)

Reblog if you want to build non-romantic relationships!

Relationships between muses not necessarily have to be romantic and it doesn’t make it any less interesting. Just imagine what adventures can two good friends go through! Maybe your muse will find themselves a new rival? Or maybe they will be enjoying presence of their relatives? These and many other relationships are just as important and intriguing as (romantic) ships.

Not to sound needy, because I’m not. I’m not! but could you come over now?

@rhettblog

“YESSS!!!! I won I won!!” -Rhett grinned as he did a mini victory dance. Then he shook Damien’s hand- “that was a really sweet competition. I promise I’m not going to make you do anything to bad. In fact all I need is a partner in crime. With your powers I bet we can pull of some amazing pranks. Don’t tell scott but...” -Rhett looked at his shoes- “I’m sick and tired of having to prove myself to him through my pranks.”

-Rhett then took out his bag- “lucky for you i brought PJs. I’m down for some cuddles @rhettblog

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Watching Rhett dance in victory was pretty funny. Laughing. Damien sat back and watched. “Go change and we can talk about these pranks. I want to hear your ideas and we can build on them if we have to.” Getting up from the couch, Damien smirked, “And, dude, I’m serious when I say cuddling is it. I have something for- you know what? Never mind, we can go lay down and cuddle and maybe we can get a prank ready for tomorrow.”

“I know it’s just cuddling. I’m not an idiot. Although....nah I’m clever.” -Rhett flashed Damien a peace sign as he stuck out his tongue- “Yeah it’s best if we plan the pranks for tomorrow.”

-Rhett rarely wore PJs and the rare ones he had was embarrassing. He had a simple red shirt but his pj bottoms had paw prints all over them. After he washed his teeth and cleaned his face Rhett went to the living room- “ok I’m presentable.”

Not to sound needy, because I’m not. I’m not! but could you come over now?

@rhettblog

Rhett laughed as he glanced at the gloves- “Yeah I was a little shit as a kid. I’ve done horrible pranks myself. If someone even dared to pick on me I put superglue on their seats. Or bubblegum in their hair.”

-Rhett laughed while he focused on the game. He was only a few miles away from Damien’s car. He licked his lips and began to sped faster- @rhettblog

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“Superglue? That’s bad,” Damien laughed, admitting to having never touched the stuff, “I don’t have the patience to use regular glue without getting it all over the place. Imagine super glue.” Watching as Rhett’s car zoomed right on past his, Damien reminded himself that there was still one more lap left: he still had a chance.

“So, did you have a reason to want to come over?” Of course he timed a question like that for when he needed to distract Rhett the most to grab a chance at winning the virtual race.

“Ummmmmm.” -Rhett began to flush. He began to lower his speed as he stuttered- “to....too...to hang out with you of course. Ya know have some fun times.”

“Yeah?” Speeding up, Damien would have passed Rhett’s car had his own impulsivity not sabotaged him again: how was he supposed to remain interested in the race when their conversation was more fun?

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he eyed him, “if you will have me, I still request to demand that you hold me later. I want to sleep... Sleep sleep, get your mind out of the-“ just then the sounds of victory boomed from the TV and Damien realized that Rhett had won, “well, damn. I’m holding on to my losses record.”

“YESSS!!!! I won I won!!” -Rhett grinned as he did a mini victory dance. Then he shook Damien’s hand- “that was a really sweet competition. I promise I’m not going to make you do anything to bad. In fact all I need is a partner in crime. With your powers I bet we can pull of some amazing pranks. Don’t tell scott but...” -Rhett looked at his shoes- “I’m sick and tired of having to prove myself to him through my pranks.”

-Rhett then took out his bag- “lucky for you i brought PJs. I’m down for some cuddles.”

Not to sound needy, because I’m not. I’m not! but could you come over now?

@rhettblog

Rhett laughed as he glanced at the gloves- “Yeah I was a little shit as a kid. I’ve done horrible pranks myself. If someone even dared to pick on me I put superglue on their seats. Or bubblegum in their hair.”

-Rhett laughed while he focused on the game. He was only a few miles away from Damien’s car. He licked his lips and began to sped faster- @rhettblog

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“Superglue? That’s bad,” Damien laughed, admitting to having never touched the stuff, “I don’t have the patience to use regular glue without getting it all over the place. Imagine super glue.” Watching as Rhett’s car zoomed right on past his, Damien reminded himself that there was still one more lap left: he still had a chance.

“So, did you have a reason to want to come over?” Of course he timed a question like that for when he needed to distract Rhett the most to grab a chance at winning the virtual race.

“Ummmmmm.” -Rhett began to flush. He began to lower his speed as he stuttered- “to....too...to hang out with you of course. Ya know have some fun times.”

Not to sound needy, because I’m not. I’m not! but could you come over now?

@rhettblog

“.....ok then. Then I’ll return the shit talk. Out of habit of course.” -Rhett smirked as he focused on the game. He loved a good challenge. Rhett laughed when he got a good lead that at first he didn’t realize Damien was melting the control.

After awhile when Rhett finally noticed a weird smell he looked at Damien amazed at what he was seeing. He didn’t hear Damien’s comment as he was amazed- “Bruhhhhh. That fucking AWESOME!!! Imagine all the people I can prank if I had that power!” @rhettblog

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“It is pretty fucking cool,” Damien lightened up, “but sometimes it’s too cool. I have these mitts,” he reached under the sofa and pulled out a pair of black gloves that looked more like oven mitts than anything you’d see someone wearing outdoors.

“I put them on when I can’t control it and it helps... usually. One time some kid told me I looked like a penguin with them on though and that was a kick to the ego,” he laughed, “he might as well have told me he thought my horns looked like upside down broken ice cream cones. That one was courtesy of a five year old. Fucking brats... but I was worse,” completing the second lap of the game, he wondered if he’d have a chance of winning this time.

-Rhett laughed as he glanced at the gloves- “Yeah I was a little shit as a kid. I’ve done horrible pranks myself. If someone even dared to pick on me I put superglue on their seats. Or bubblegum in their hair.”

-Rhett laughed while he focused on the game. He was only a few miles away from Damien’s car. He licked his lips and began to sped faster-

Not to sound needy, because I’m not. I’m not! but could you come over now?

@rhettblog

“I’m not sure.” -Rhett genuinely wondered. Monster blood wasn’t an animal product. Though he couldn’t help but wonder what that tasted like. He got the controller with a giant grin-

“Sounds good. May the best person win. And that should be me!!” @rhettblog

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“One more rule,” he announced as the game started; if he didn’t say this now, he knew that he’d be guaranteed to lose, “no talking shit if I’m losing or make a wrong move or I’ll end up thinking about ways to shit talk you back instead of focusing on the game and I’ll lose before we even really start.” He couldn’t let things like that go, even if it was during a game and he was having fun. Damien loved playful arguing so much that there would be no way that he would have enough attention to spare for the game itself.

Choosing a character and a race car, Damien chose the one he was most used to.

“Booooo. Ok fine. Because it’s you I agree. But keep this between us. I’m still going to talk shit when I play against other people. Because that’s basically fun.”

-Rhett liked being a little shit when it comes to competition. He had to try to control that. Rhett likewise chose a character and race car. Then waited for the game to start-

“Yeah, but,” starting the game, he let the motor run before hitting the next button, causing his car to shoot forward down the track, “I might still talk shit out of habit-“ taking too wide of a turn, Damien’s character’s car spun and started bolting up the racetrack, back toward the beginning. “Damn,” he made a quick turn around. Waving one of his hands when he felt the controller begin to melt, he didn’t want to end up burning a hole straight through the controller all because he wasn’t paying enough attention.

Flames would begin to form in his palms and from his fingertips when, among other things,Damien felt in danger or stressed, and his brain apparently didn’t know how to differentiate between what was just a game and what was a real threat. “Dude, wait- never mind, I’m cool,” he laughed, undeniably embarassed. He knew that most humans thought he was a total weirdo, but he also knew that, sometimes, they didn’t push him away because of it. He hoped that Rhett wouldn’t peace out after just one game.