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Who: Dirk, Dave, curious individuals and whoever hears Dave's raucous vulgar mumbling
When: Day 89, morning
Where: same place new people always show up of course
What: two for one special

[there are two blond boys who look like they are probably brothers standing in the shrine area. they are both wearing radical shades, and one of them--with the round shades--is holding a broken sword, which seems to change states from being broken, to whole, to old and rusted, without any kind of prompting]

Oh my fucking god.

We are literally going to spend the rest of our afterlives being blown like a wayward tumbleweed between worlds and physical states until we land some place full of ghost centaurs where all the trees grow apples and all the grass is made of hay and they accept us into their tribe or herd or whatever the fuck horses or horsepeople call their gatherings with a welcoming neigh, tell us to lay our newly-acquisition hind quarters down and have an apple, spend the rest of our days frolicking in the clover fields engaging in incestuous horseporn.

And where the fuck did this sword come from.

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Buzz how? Say his name and hope that gods that know nothing about us are somehow always listening?

[hmmm, this is not the best way to tie up a person =|a takes off and starts over]

you are

unbelievable]

Uh, yeah? Isn't that what gods are all about? omnicreeping?

[shrug you can't see. he puts the controller IN YOUR HANDS yes maximum irony, and then works on using the cord from there to get a better tie]

Yo, magnificent Eizon, if you are conveniently watching us from some ethereal god plane right now, or maybe just invisible cuz why the fuck not, I'm offering you this sweet bro, trussed up like a loin fresh from the market, ready to be stuffed and... shit, I don't think I actually know anything about cooking. Fucked until he can't move and then left to form a special relationship of uncertainty and dependence with the bonds that hold him.

[starts hammering out some sick combos]

God dammit bro you can't buy a fucking plain 'loin' form the market way to make us sound like UNEDUCATED BARBARIANS. You can get tenderloin or sirloin and I don't fucking know probably masterloin but nobody eats loin ok also if I'm tied up being fucked until I can't move is fucking REDUNDANT.

[moves around to the other side to tie his feet, these more loosely, with some slack to the cord]

Until you don't want to move? Or is that redundant too?

No that is sufficiently not redundant and also pretty fucking consistent with that last bit of bullshit you said.

Error corrected, then.

[Shifts out of the door light to check you out. How do you look, bro]

[I have executed the same sweet combo like three times in a row but I am FINE and not swallowing nervously or trying to roll my shoulder to nudge my glasses more firmly onto my face]

So what's the verdict?

[.........]

Hang tight for a bit.

[/leaves]

... Ok sure.

Not like I'm gonna go anywhere.

Just gonna chill out here with the door open I guess. Creates a poignant fucking juxtaposition between it's symbolic freedom and my being tied to a couch.

[nah, he closes the door, wouldn't want some stranger to come in and molest you]

[ uuuh

Fiddles with the controller, mumbling to himself on the vein of shitty skateboarding games]

[after about ten minutes the lights come on]

[You didn't turn on the tv did you.

Fucker]

[ok so after like a half hour he comes back

are you still tied to the couch...]

[he has only struggled enough to lay comfortably on his side]

God damn this is a shitty couch.

[so cute...]

Is the honeymoon already over?

[going to untie you now]

We've gotten pretty friends with it's framework making fires rubbing against my ass bone.

[what are you doing...]

[Untying you?? hands and then feet, you are free]

Think shitty couches are a requirement for persons of our gender and age group anyway.

[why... looks at wrists and maybe flexes them kinda]

Well you were right about one thing. Half an hour tied to that thing I am fucked and don't want to move.

[paaause of

thinking

deciding maybe

then goes to straddle you]

You can probably get by without moving for a while.

—A-aren't you doing this backwards. I thought the ropes were supposed to come off after?

Despite your impressive bluster and probably partially genuine desire, I can think of a number of reasons why starting with bondage and deep and thorough ass pillaging is probably not the greatest idea.

Uuh, so, what are we starting with? Some heavy petting? Some awkward frot or clumsy handjobs? I just want to know which teenage gay sex cliche I should be ready to fulfill here, not like I am even UP on those cliches for all I know gay dudes start off watching each other spank their sausages than move right on to the tasting portion.

I doubt I have the highest degree of education on this either, but I was thinking of sucking you off.

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