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Scrunch McFunk/Bongwater Jones x

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 ( @chanaihimaa I MADE IT BETTER ♥ )

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((Thank you Astoreth and RNGesus for making this night of drunk idiocy that much more hilarious. XD))

@adunemaw @easierbythree @krakendraken

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why size differences are amazing : reason #82

feat. @chanaihimaa

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My turn!

• Duty Commenced: “Just stick close t’me, beautiful. We’ll get in, we’ll get out, we’ll be fair deal richer by night’s end. --By the by, I’m orderin’ noodles later. Try not to snatch up all the fried pork-belly bits this time, yeah? *grin*” • Assisting: “Aaaaand BLAM! Another one down! --Got to slash harder’n that, Chan. I’m three ahead o’ you.”  [Hadrian whirls on the spot to cover Chanai’s back, and promptly brings his kill-count lead to four.]  • Being Assisted: “Shite--! ...Wait, you’re HOW many ahead now?! Slow the hell down, you damned devil!”

• Idle Banter I: “...Deeeefinitely noodles, aye. With them little... erh... whass’thename. The crunchy green things on ‘em. I know a man makes th’best damn ones outside o’ Yanxia proper -- an’ he never pokes fun at me for orderin’ mild, neither. *snicker*”  [Scallions, Hadrian. The word you were looking for is ‘scallions.’] • Idle Banter II: “Shh... shh--! D’you hear that? ... It’s the sound o’ me bein’ amazing. I know.” • Idle Banter III: “...Gods, but you’re pretty with all that arterial spray all over you.”  [Hadrian glances left, then right. The gears are turning. ... A decision has been made.]  “--Fuck it. C’mere. We’ve got a few minutes.”

• Witnessing Chanai KO: “NO--! No no no no no no, Chan, no!”  [In a blind rage, Hadrian engages his ceruleum tank -- and promptly launches his LB3.] • Reviving Chanai: "It’s... *huff, puff* ...it’s all right... they’re dead, Chan, it’s gonna be all right... gods, just wake up-- please...! Don’t... don’t leave me here without you--!”  [Hadrian falls to his knees, battered and bleeding from the LB3. Clutches the fallen Chanai to his chest, kisses him, and prays for a damned miracle.]

[If Hadrian does not survive his LB3 attack, the duty ends.]

• Duty Completed: “Gods’ sakes... Chan, you-- you maddenin’ little monster! *laugh* Swear on me life -- you’re buyin’ the gods-damned noodles tonight. S’what you get for scarin’ the everlovin’ piss out o’ me.” 

Hadrian launches into battle beside Chanai with a bloodlust that borders on actual lust... and a competitive streak like no other. That kill-count is kept right through to the end. Bring Chanai down and it’s over, though; he’s entirely ready to ensure that absolutely no one makes it out of this dungeon alive. Not a single one. (Himself included.)

Thank you, @chanaihimaa!  ( @mathemagiks for mention! )

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👀 Who is the most "insufferable" tease that likes to nudge your buttons and leave lipstick marks on you, and why, I wonder, is it me?

“It is you, you thrice-blasted thorn in m'side,” chuffed Hadrian with neither hesitation nor a single drop of venom in his tone. It would’ve been hard to inject it, the way that smile blossomed across stubbly cheeks and glinted adoration behind his goggles.

“Me very own personal catastrophe. The gift what keeps on giving, if you could gift-wrap a pain in the arse. Bloody retribution thundered down, you are, hauntin’ a man like he’s got his grandfather’s sins left to pay for.” Hadrian took a lengthy drag off his cigarette, and blew out the pale grey plume through the sweetest grin.

“...And yet there’s no one else I’d have it from,” he had to admit, heart thrumming with something that made honesty set it aflame. 

“Y’make every ounce of it worthwhile just by bein’ here. Bloody lipstick marks’n all.

...You little bastard.”

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Prompt: Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty. - (Still accepting!)

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<Sixteen hours later and somewhere off to the right, Hadrian could be heard groaning miserably through a hangover.>

@krakendraken