#humanizedwasp

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[SMS: Jar Jar Blinks]: Hey, do you have any hardcore drugs on you? Namely ibuprofen cause my head is bitch right now.

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The Boyfriend Shirt||Jaramy & Micoo

Michael was on his way to Jeremy’s house, albeit uninvited but his friend would like a surprise right? He would never see it coming.

He groaned at the accidental pun, jamming his ear buds into his ears as he waited for public transport to come. Michael had been worried about his friend for a while now but wanted to give Jeremy and Joel space to talk things out. If the Reaper had tried to kill Michael off, Geoff would yell into his ear as Ryan healed it... 

Michael fired a text off to Jeremy, turning up his music and jamming along to some songs Ray had logged into his phone. His friend was getting sly with his phone but Michael didn’t mind, the songs were choice and who didn’t like new things?

After the third song Michael realized Jeremy was probably blind and his text was useless. He groaned to himself, chastising for forgetting blind people didn’t like texts (sorry Ray) and instead called the other. The bus arrived with a huff of old age, Michael boarding as the call rang out. He flashed his bus pass and moved towards the middle, hanging onto a stability bar.

“Jeremy?” Michael asked as the call was answered. “Hey, I’m coming over so unlock your door and don’t blast me when I come in.”

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[SMS: Jaramy]: Hey dude. I know it’s late but do you ever get the feeling some shit is going to happen soon? 

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Let’s Feel Like Shit Together||Jaramy & Micoo

Michael was already hurrying to find clothes that could fit his far too slender hips. His drawer was reaped for all its goods, a shrunken pair of boxers all he could salvage in the underwear compartment. One pair of elastic shorts later Michael checked himself in the mirror. 

His newly acquired breasts pressed against the cotton of his undershirt, areolas clearly visible. Michael groaned, remembering the social policy against women nipples. He dashed back into his room and tugged on the varsity jacket and made for the door. His shoes, well they didn’t fit. At all. So he settled for a pair of flip flops someone had left behind. They were slightly too large for his now tiny feet but better than clonking around in way too big shoes. Off to the bus stop.

About half an hour later, with two catcalls and maybe a broken hand in his wake, Michael arrived at Jeremy’s hosue. He rang the doorbell, wrapping his arms tightly around his breasts in an attempt to flatten them. 

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[SMS: Jaramy]: Sorry I’m not at the office right now. How’re you doing? I’m going to guess you had your uh change too.

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You uh... you okay there buddy? You look like you’re going to have an aneurysm. Who’re you texting?

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[Airplane Mode: Off]

[SMS: Jaramy]: Just landed. Gotta find a car. Do you have an address for me yet?