fuck it im sending one as ross as well, pretty please
24. Our muses made a bet and yours lost.
Sjin suppressed a laugh as he stood in the cool December night in front of Honeydew inc, thankful that he did manage to win that round of poker. Beside him, stood Ross, shivering in his boxers and looking at the other trying to be intimidating. It wasn't working.
"C'mon, you have to go! You lost the bet, fair and square! Now you have to run through the base screaming 'EAT SHIT' and jump into Honeydew's hot tub." Sjin started laughing at the end, going over to the door and keeping it open.
"Go on dog boy, you need a bath anyways."













