Feb 2, 2023
momther ur sauce hev bin banish to couch by Overlorde Remble
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momther ur sauce hev bin banish to couch by Overlorde Remble
She's painting. Long, thick stripes of paint across a freshly stretched canvas. Facial features slowly coming into more detail - brown eyes and pale skin. Messy locks and delicate features. It's something she's been working on for a while - brief, idle sketches of him in the pages of her books becoming more and more detailed as time went on. Doodles of his expressions crammed in the margins of pages, between lists for her shop, done between customer designs and whenever the inspiration hit her - because at this point, she doesn't need him to model anything, she knows his features as well as she knows her own, his expressions memorized like everything else of his - including his habits.
"If you so much think of touching that coffee creamer, pretty boy, I will tie you down and do things to you. Consensually."
@dctrreids ; MOE for PRETTY BOY starter call ; accepting
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The girl bully seek up be orson, without warning grab his sides and yells "WHAT ARE YOU DOING " just to see how bad she could scare him
Orson jumped, letting out a loud girlish scream before stumbling forward. Thankfully for his pants (and dignity) he was in a pull-up, so the accident the scare caused wasn’t obvious.....saves for the faint hissing sound.
She growled at him "it's not my problem, pissbaby.... As I was saying now that you know I'm one of your brothers all you have to do is figure out which one.... " without warning she backhanded him "what's for wasting my short time with your stupidity" she said before taking off
And with that Orson crawled off to be alone for a little while.....he needed to change his pants again.
"Yes, it's about time you catch -...."she stopped and looked at him "are you seriously pissing your self right now? Why don't you just wear a pull up all the damn time? " she getting annoyed with him before talking a deep breath to try to keep from punching him
Orson hid face the tips of his eyes turning pink. He was incontinent [partially anyway] he couldn’t control himself under stress like that. “It was an accident!...I-I can’t help it..” he sobbed pathetically.
"Where you even trucking listening to me? I said I share my body with a boy is if I'm here it means the boy isn't dipshit" she said before slapping him 3 times for getting that so wrong that it was sad "here's the last hint, I'm quiet when I walk so seeking up behind you is easy and watching you jump out of your skin is fun to watch"
Orson didn’t like this game at all, tears started to slip down his red chubby cheeks, a quiet splattering could heard on the floor. His knees shook together “A-are you one of my brothers...?” he asked through his tears.
"Aww are you scared of me baby? ~" she purred while taking the money and putting it in her back pocket "I really do have a game I want to play with you~"
He suppressed whimper, trying not to shake or pee his pants again “What k-kind of game..?” he asked daring to look at her, her smirk made Orson’s face pale.