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[neigh_sayer]

Who: C AND YOU
Where: Lobby
When: 336 afternoon

[sometimes, your unitmate pulls a prank on you and steals all your clothes except for oversized sweaters and you think, fuck it, time to make a profit on it

SO HERE'S C, DRAPED OVER HIS THRONE IN THE LOBBY TODAY, except all he's wearing is a comically oversized white sweater for him, with some others thrown across chairs and tables for other people.]

Helloooo, humble little to-be followers! Today's a special day! Iiiiit's Audience Request Day!

So I got asked, gosh C, you're so cute and definitely gonna be a god, how come you don't have a harem?

And to that I say. . .why DON'T I have a harem??

So for today only, instead of joining my cult slash organization, everyone is now eligible to join my brand new harem!

Come see what he future holds for you today! Or like, form your own rival harems. Actually yes, I encourage that. HAREM TURF WAR. Let's go!

Comments

[neigh_sayer]

[shakes his head, LOOK DIGNIFIED, C

Which is to say, pouts]

Sorry I'm not ever gonna be a pro like you. But, you really have fun, hm?

[shutthefoxup]

I love volleyball an' I love you, so shouldn't the combo be pretty great?

[neigh_sayer]

Hmmmm. . .I guess!

But wow, admitting you love me as much as volleyball. I guess I'll have to scrap my plans to run off with Pink after a declaration like that. It's true love!

[shutthefoxup]

[Turns around to leave]

[neigh_sayer]

[GRABS HIM UNDER THE NET]

I said I WON'T runaway with him, wow!!

[shutthefoxup]

Is it the pink hair?

[neigh_sayer]

Oh yeah, something about that magenta shade really speaks to me.

Y'know I'm lying, right?

[shutthefoxup]

Maybe you don't like tall boys. Or blondes. Or built boys. Or sport boys. All along...Has the lie been that you like me? How deep does the lie rabbit hole go?

[neigh_sayer]

Ya got me!

The truth is. . .I don't like guys who still have their shirts on.

[shutthefoxup]

[Grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off over his head]

How ya like me now?

[neigh_sayer]

[drops the volleyball and immediately latches on koala style]

MUCH better.

[shutthefoxup]

[Snorts at that]

Thank goodness. I was worried my boy was gonna leave me.

[neigh_sayer]

Neeever ever! You're stuck with me, like a tick embedding it's head into your skin and getting all my poisonous saliva in your bloodstream and possibly lyme disease!

[shutthefoxup]

That's how. Talk lyme disease to me, baby.

[neigh_sayer]

I knew you were into some freaky shit, beetle boy.


PS your mascots are foxes not bugs right? At school?

[shutthefoxup]

Our mascots are definitely foxes. Our motto continues ta be ironic though.

[neigh_sayer]

Very ironic. Memories are actually pretty important now, don't you think?

[shutthefoxup]

[Hums in agreement, carrying him back out to the mattress pile]

They definitely are. Neither of us are allowed ta lose any memories again.

[neigh_sayer]

[presses his cheek against his skin]

Mmm. I wouldn't be angry if you forgot about me, but. . .

I'd be pretty sad. And you tooootally don't wanna make me sad, right? I might cry!

[shutthefoxup]

Just a little. Not a lot. Just a small bully. As payback.

[neigh_sayer]

Eh?? What did I do?

. . .


Okay wait, no, stupid question.

What can do to not get a bully??

[shutthefoxup]

Oh, baby boy. Ya ain't gettin' outta this one. No chance in hell.

[neigh_sayer]

Ahaha, I get it! Cuz. . .cuz we're in hell. . .


How ominous.

[shutthefoxup]

That said...

[Laying down with him]

I really ain’t actually mad.

[neigh_sayer]

[immediately curling into him]

Really? It's okay if you are. I do have that affect on people.