it's that time of year again

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it's that time of year again
on strike against god by quensty
all for the game • nicky hemmick/erik klose • 16,950 words
The first time Nicky meets Erik Klose, Erik pads into the kitchen, takes one look at him, and freezes.
Nicky’s first thought is that Erik looks exactly like one of those boys you’d take home to meet your mom. Clean face. Tall, but not lanky. Some stubborn baby fat still sticks to his cheeks.
His second thought is that only a boy like Erik would wear a t-shirt two sizes too big that says, I bee-lieve in you! across it in big, blocky letters. A cartoon bee spirals toward his armpit.
“Ähm,” Erik says, and stops there.
this was written as a fic/art collab between myself and @solelystarling for the @aftgbigbang this year!! special thanks to my incomparable beta @aftgfanstuff !!
one man one lord one faith one baptism two nunchucks
one man, one lord, one faith, one baptism, two nunchucks
one man one lord one faith one baptism two nunchucks
one man, one lord, one faith, one baptism, two nunchucks
What do yall know about getting your Kung fu nunchuck panda on in the parking lot of the local food lion. Get it my man. He out here doing it. Yeah thats right, I'm 58, 63 years old, out here on the side of my pickup truck, out here at the food lion, and I'll whoop a fool upside his head. I'm out here practicing. Getting ready for Easter Sunday. Jesus gonna rise up, imma whoop the devil. Right out here in the parking lot. Pickup truck. Radio playing. Sunglasses. Ain't no sun-- it's cloudy. Overcast. But I'm out here with my gloves and my nunchucks. One man. One lord. One faith. One baptism. Two nunchucks. Up in the air like Mary Lou retton. Pow! behind the back. Bust your finger, yeah that hurt. Uh huh, yep, yep, Shake it off homie, shake it off. Shake it off. Yep tore that finger UP. Yeah buddy. Time to call it quits. Looks like the devil one this round folks. Gonna get back in the car. Get me a bandaid. Shake it off. Shake it off
one man. one lord. one faith. one baptism. two nunchucks.