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My Gym Partner's Bro Tends The Privates

Part Two.

By Eightane

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Plop. Twice, in succession.

Of the dingy pair - one standing, one seated on that barrel - neither looked too happy. But at the least, David might be taking it better. Just slightly, a trace of smile on his smudged cheeks. Wistful, as he matched Windsor's peeling rhythm, their eyes also matched in a stare; down to the bucket of rinds, that more and more felt endless. Maybe one more hour, and the unpeeled pile would shrink to nothing. Maybe.

"At least we're partners in crime."

The aardvark's joke, forced irony, went unanswered. He cut gaze to the silverback, whose smoky lips pushed on each other. Eyelids twitched, making clear what he tried to hold back.

Though David wouldn't guess him to speak it, the cause didn't shock, ape's voice cracking for the misery's build. "May the lack of simple aptitude be loathsome? Or might a deeper bend of intellect warrant that label?" He lobbed a peel onto the bucket's rim, resting elbow-to-knee and hand-to-mouth. Turgid eyes fixed forward, on nothing but air. "Or is it merely criminal for a primate with acumen as mine, to evince such stark decisions, and so languish for his pertinent folly?"

"Heeeyyy, now..."

David's protest ended there. He was unprepared to argue, and on that of all topics. What started as a look of concern, lowered to a groundward glare, borne of self-disappointment.

He wouldn't have to follow it up; Windsor went on, breaking his trance to view the aardvark's frown. That it was so clear David hated himself, for having none of the right words, somehow softened him; enough to stop the mist welling in his eyes. He cleared his throat, and its lump receded. "I just fail to see the mode in my choice, now that it's been realized." His arm lowered, to join the other in an idle rub over his pants legs. "What I knew at the outset, was what Will himself had experienced. My logic was if it worked for him, there's no impetus not to trace his lead."

David's sadness was shed, to be replaced with curiosity. "But didn't you say they kicked him out?"

A single ape's chuckle, bringing one bob of his head. "Don't Ask, Don't Tell, Don't Count On Will To Respect It. Wouldn't arrest my cardiac, to hear he played into its repeal. A caveat I'd naturally avoid, but it's a slim recompense for mounting failures."

"You mention him a lot... Almost feels like I know the big lug." David managed his own chuckle, arguably faker than his friend's.

And Windsor noticed. He could finally smile, watching the aardvark fidget, unsure of himself or where to guide their chat. "You know, oft-times you hardly act as a standard 18-year-old."

David's pupils sank sidewards; cheeks gradually flushed. "Well, I... Don't really feel like one, either. Maybe if I did, I wouldn't be here next to you."

The younger could've taken offense, at how it was phrased. But he knew his 'partner-in-crime' well enough to grasp the meaning. "So our limits hold one mutual positive."

"Yeah, I... Yeah." Slowly, his contentment welled, a twinkle behind those glasses. "Who knew, I'd meet the only guy who could see me through this. And have four years on him."

The ape proceeded, now tossing rinds with varied style, just for fun. "Age is the nugatory black sheep of numbers." The breaks, gone from his mumbling pitch. "By the by... There's something I've not queried of you." Yellow skin cruised to the bucket, underhanded.

David's lips perked through the smudge. He threw one overhand, from behind his head. "Ask away. It's not like our time could be more wasted."

Windsor chortled between teeth, body lifting, so to lob one from beneath his legs. "Your great-grandfather, a general. Your grandfather, a colonel. Your father, a major."

"Congrats on the ship-shape memory." He placed a peel on his scalp, one headbang sending it to the pail.

Windsor's index finger, spinning a rind by base. "So, fancy you'll extend the heirloom of lowered expectations?" Rotation carried through, as it was tossed like a football.

"Don't see why not." He spiked a yellow skin to the pail's dead-center. "Everyone's good at something." There was almost hesitation, as he sank back onto his seat. "Well... If those guys are breakin' you out..."

On Windsor's smile, a certain lot of happiness fizzled, drawn back to thought. "... Continue."

"... How do you suppose they'll, y'know, go about it? I mean, they can't just walk you outta here-"

"-Nor would they have ignorance to try." The preempt, with his eyes briefly crossing the dirt. "If Will's hijacked the speakers, it stands to reason he's played it like something on his Xbox. I'd fancy the whole shebang of circuits are on 'God mode', communications foremost."

The aardvark reclined; their chore took its own backseat. "Soooo, no one's sending the red flag." Exasperation, had him adjust his spectacles. "But that just means you're - we're - isolated."

Windsor himself belayed the task, quarter-spinning on the barrel and facing David. "To everything, its prologue," He cryptically intoned. "And to every prologue, its context."

David's eyebrow, lifting, told him of the need to simplify.

" *sigh*... I'm saying, he's only begun. Isolation means more than just safety."

The aardvark's eyes brightened, as their own light bulb. "... Free reign."

A gentile nod of that simian scalp. "But in addition... If it's common sense they won't extract me like a mutt from its kennel, then what's a more viable option?"

David's finger hung on his lip, miming speculation. "Well I don't really-" For the second time, a strike of his lightning. "-Make it embarassing, for the fat cats?"

Genuine awe, from the ape. "You're impressive in your own mental right. And I'll supplement..." He cut eyes back and forth, remembering their open position. "I trust Will, and his wingman, to judge it likewise. No matter with the colonel, or what transpires beyond, there's much room to make it un-worth their while."

A nasally chuckle, and a brief snort. "I dunno what I should be right now... Happy for you, or a shoulder to cry on."

"Honestly, I'd know no better than y-"

They jumped, at what they thought was a shotgun. Frantically guiding stares, from tent to field to Wolverine's office... But what lay far beyond, proved the sound to be backfire.

Of a large bus. With one single rider in exit.

Winn's lip shimmied, as he grabbed David's rotator cuff. "The shoulder. Give it here."

The colonel was holed up with those deadline'd forms; the captain, out of earshot and saving the lines, along with his career. None would see that monkey's pale toes hit the dirt. Head lowered, as he adjusted his cap, checked his fur... And wiped his lips, of the pearl-colour droplets therein. Or thereon.

The bus's exhaust blew over him, as it pulled away, slowly, steadily, at the hands of its tranquil driver. Jerr's arms crossed into each other, a certain pride on his face as he stood to watch it depart. Three of ten windows, dark with silhouettes, and their head-swinging confusion.

"Both eyes open, man." He cooed, gulping down the last of a mouthful. "Takes focus to explain that sorta fender damage. Lyin's no art of a slouch." Licking his lips, he turned to look over the camp. "Heh... Sure my own grease monkey's on the prowl." He straightened his shirttail, then his cap. "Stallion like him shouldn't have to go it alone. Or hog all the fun."

Midday march was done, for twenty-eight of those camouflaged thirty. Two rows of tents, split to either side of their walking column, as each went in exhaustion to their own. Twenty-seven saw nothing, chatting, chuckling and congratulating each other while they dispersed. The lone exception - in her disdain of all those empty heads - chanced to look beyond while ignoring them. For a few solid moments, her doe's eye took in that orange form, half-a-thousand yards distant, before it slipped behind canvas, long, curled tail and all. Clearly no uniform. Clearly familiar.

"Hmmm..." A thin finger traced the split of her lips, before diving with the rest in her tent.

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A thud, as the book hit the sheets, creasing the starched linen. The painted image of a Redcoat on horseback, split by thin lines on a warped paper cover. Lain's eyes barely skimmed it, from above his mouthful of chaw; more busied with his shirt, fists on either side of the bottom. Firmly, but slow as the middle-aged norm, he yanked it over his collarbone, airing the wall of abs; so taut, they rivaled all the Greeks had ever chiseled. Twenty years in the service - and keeping pace with recruits - had their own pleasant upside. All that marred the admirable canvas, were two scars, the size of bullets; which rolled while the shirt passed his chin, to be tossed at the foot of a nightstand. Atop its faded oak, an antique brown lamp, and a small framed picture; to which he glanced, at the feminine subject, in pearls and a brunette coif. The glance was quick, reactionless... Though followed by a heavy sniff, as if meant to be distracting.

Two decades of stern dedication, made an efficient machine; he scratched his chest, paced over to the sheeted cot, glanced at the dingy urn beside it, drew in his cheeks, spit an admirable gob to its hole, and was ass-on-the-bed, all in a single breath. The book was snatched up, and his back edged to the headboard, lamp giving light to the pages. He took a while to find his place, chewing the inside of his lip; no bookmarks, so to keep his memory's edge. Though it wouldn't help how unsteadied his focus... The canteen was a bit emptier than usual.

Something else that didn't quite help: The sunlight blinding him, as an unannounced guest stomped in.

No more than the time it took to cough, and the seal was on his feet, shins giving one loud creak. Scowling, tensed, prepared to break a neck if called for; but in that second's latter half, it became a stance of 'attention'. A Lieutenant's stripes weren't easily mistaken, despite how he strained to place their wearer. He wasn't that old, he mused - or that sauced - to just forget a superior.

"At ease, sergeant." The order was mumbled, from an ape that saluted so close to protocol. "Just my due introduction."

In spite of shock, Lain knew his territory. "Sir, if you'll excuse me, I'm on midday-five. Might we sniff each other in a short while-"

"That's a negative, soldier." Something lain rarely saw; a smirk from his company, who didn't skip a beat. "I was told this base would be fighting-fit for my transfer. And I get here, to find the most important cog in the factory, holed up with a tome." Cracking his knuckles, slow and Hollywood-dramatic.

The mood, wouldn't seem to fit his countenance; Lain felt suspicion's prod, but the compliment quelled it. He cleared his throat, and swallowed. "My apologies, sir, no one passed me the word you were coming."

That simian, barely reigning his grin; and Lain at last realized just how thick his form looked for a serviceman. Two strikes, he thought, as the ape glanced over him. Head to toe. Extendedly. "Not a problem; it's an oversight, yes, but I've promising vibes. I know we'll work together just fine."

The last straw; In a flash, the seal bared teeth, and his hands shot out to throw the imposter. But they were met by black palms, larger, closing to arrest their motion. Lain grimaced...

... The ape never shed his smile. "Something wrong, sergeant? You have a notion to doubt your eyes?"

The seal's leg went out, to sweep Will's... But it too was parried, stopped in its tracks. With both on one foot, for however brief, balance was lost; the ape thinking fast, to lean forward and guide them onto the cot. It bounced their weight; Will's fluff shimmying beneath the sergeant's muscle, clenched as Lain gave all to break the simian's grip. But in futility... Even years as a drill instructor, couldn't give him the brawn to best a gorilla's raw strength. The veins bulged in his arm, below stress-narrowed eyes, while the ape seemed quite comfortable, just holding him back.

"C'mon, sarge, there's gotta be more to you. All that bottled wrath, with the endless recruits you've whipped." His smirk deepened. "I know you like it rough. Bet you're one step away from sproutin' wood; a nice, huge tent in those trousers."

Lain's brow curled for an instant, while sneer endured, and quickly fell even. "The hell kind of batshit freak are you!?"

Will was fast-gaining the upper hand, forcing Lain back inch-by-inch. All the while, his head rose higher, closer to the grizzled seal's gaze. "The kind who sees you, and needs to make an impact. Or rather, needs you to make a series of impacts. Hard."

Their maws nearing, Will took the brunt of chaw's fragrance, but the smell of ape's breath was familiar; seal's wincing eyes shot down to see his canteen's new perch, on Will's trousers. "Sunuvabitch, that's my-" His pupils widened. "-You're shitfaced!"

There was almost some relief, in Lain's pitch; it would explain the intrusion, the behaviour. At least he wasn't an imposter, just sauced and imposing...

... So he thought, until the shake of Will's head. Light, steady, more than any flat-drunk would be capable. "Not nearly, sergeant. Just enough liquid courage, to get me in here and out with my needs..." He lunged, catching Lain off-guard enough to steal a firm kiss, dry but hungering. He let the sergeant push him off... Just to feel the power, as he crashed onto the cot, testing its own endurance. To this, he kept right on, more pleased than ever. "... For which you're singly responsible." His eyes went straight to Lain's waist, and the belt over-top. This, while what stood below his own was throbbing, bulging, restricted. With palms finally freed, they rocketed down to fix that, buckle jingling as he deftly undid it. "You won't need that, soldier. We're both men here, as I'll gladly prove."

Lain was far beyond simple defense-mode... His rage doubled, as he leaned to snatch the ape by the collar. Fire in his eyes, with Will's head bobbing as it was pulled forth. The ape's hands didn't stop, only slowing in their task with the belt, while the knob of canvas pulsed from life beneath. "Go right ahead," His tone at its most confident, "I've taken mad liberties, you have every cause to pummel me." One breath, broken and aroused, seeped by his throat. "Take all that rage out on my senseless ass."

The seal reared back, fist in the air. Will knew he wouldn't execute, long before he did, as the trembling knuckles made their slow-but-steady lowering. Still, Lain deserved answers; the sneer glued to his face, as he pulled that collar to bring the ape's jaw by his own. "You ain't worth a bruise on my knuckles, but I ain't some sack-breath fiend like your fat ass, and I'm prepared to prove it. I can tell you give two fucks either way; F'you wanna walk away from this, then I want one reason you thought I'd ever give."

Will resisted the urge for another peck, only out of sheer courtesy. Though he hadn't enough of that, to stop the buckle's release, or forego a slide of his hand down that zipper. But he glanced around the tent, to what cues he could utilize; and straightaway, locked on the portrait at bedside, its feminine grace, the clearly-same-age as whose palm clutched his collar. One glorious bit of ammo.

Nodding his head to the side, he brought Lain's focus where wanted. "... How long's the wait, before you come home to that?"

In that tent, that moment, an explosion of silent emotions. Will caught each one in turn; Rage, giving to epiphany, giving to bitter frown, giving to one brief look of pure helplessness. Will waited them out, and eagerly; he well-knew what would be on their heels.

Lain's chin lowered, in resignation though tensed with rising might. Will showed no desire to give respectful pause, sliding his pants down past soft hips, dragging along his firm tool to the very tip of its head. His pupils fixed on Lain's fly, poking out to an admirable distance; while he guessed at just how far, his glans was raked by the highest line of fabric, releasing friction's hold as the pulsing rod bounced back. Ape's maw, gaping, pure young-adult-eagerness, confirming his work had paid off. While he broke sight with Lain's crotch, to see just what mood the officer found.

It was wrath, the same piss 'n' vinegar as prior; but calmer, diluted just enough to swap doom for what Will engineered. The rage, so cold before, was warming; as that seal's stoic chew of his lip, brought an air of practiced dominion. "You thought you'd just barge in here, and force yourself on me."

Will's buckle chimed its crash to the floor, over his panting sigh; he sped to pull off his shirt, faster than the chaps off a dancer, whipping it past his soft chest and to a bunch at bedside. Even quicker, one black palm clutched his meat, to grip it in slow, tight stroke. He stared to all ends of Lain's features; strong, chiseled, showing just enough age to be beyond resisting. "I was weak, ignorant. What possessed me..."

The grip on his collar tightened, an anchor that pulled Lain in. Slick-but-pockmarked knees, slid next to a hairier pair, setting divets in the mattress. That spellbound gorilla, caught in a seal's dark eyes; deep, wide windows for his purest self. Will's rod throbbed its hardest, straight and hot in his palm, at what he saw in the sergeant's brown orbs. Power, control, anticipation. Unadulterated man, ready to fuck and meaning no compromise. It was never tough to bring this out, for an ape who pushed all the right buttons; but the product was so rarely this worthy. He felt a push on his neck, and saw the seal's body rise, until his nose sat level with Lain's abs. Sleek, firm, a wall of muscle, plain as day in the swampy air. So the chest wasn't hairy, as he'd first imagined... But this was almost better, suited for the man's sleek majesty. Lain's teeth, exposed in his loveless sneer, told all Will didn't need to hear; he'd well-predicted what was on-menu. All that he'd fantasized outside, or close enough that his throat was dry. Not for lack of moisture, as his spit glands were torrents by now; but it craved a different lube, one that every male gives for good service.

He released hold of his own prick, stone-firm as it swayed in momentum; it would take both hands to deal with Lain's fly, and remove the cover for that pressurized bulge. Thick digits fumbled with the button, his jaw keeping slack; The clasp was parted, while he guessed just how big the sight he'd find; ziptab secured in thumb and finger, and his own long weapon swayed for every jump of its pulse. His tongue was wide, but short, the only fact that kept it from lolling past his teeth. He pulled downwards, revealing a field of soft white, as a grunt sounded above him; the same moment he caught the briefs' dot of moisture, from clear leaks behind the plush cotton. There could be no finer hint, nothing else to more show and tease, he'd have the oiling his throat desired.

"No stallin', slut. I ain't some exhibit, to be studied." The move of Lain's hips, fast and smooth as they thrust forward, hitting the briefs to Will's lips. The very spot of dampness on their mound, raking his collagen, setting off a vulnerable, moaning 'ook'. The shudder in Will, broadcast through his gut's jiggle, while a slick gift of his own welled atop the simian slithole.

Lain saw it all; and any part of him that hadn't been committed, was overwhelmed with all his pent desires. His breath was loud, almost wheezing as he shoved his pearl-shade briefs in Will's face. "You wanna suck, you get busy. And for every time you fuck up, or if I start to cool on it..." His other hand went up by his crew-cut, threatening to backhand his uke. "... I'll put the fear o' God in you."

Even handsfree, Will felt pure heaven up the length of his pole, giving more leaks of what he craved from the sergeant. How Lain wanted it, was just how he wanted it. In that gesture, that moment, Will's control imploded. His palm shot into the older male's briefs, rustling within to find a thick reward in wait. Barely five seconds passed, but as he clutched it, toyed beneath the sweaty white cotton, he could swear it was gloriously more. He didn't fear Lain's wrath, in a literal sense; he knew it as a simple, wonderful nudge. And eager to comply, he parted grip with the seal's cock, to grab the briefs' waistband; gorilla sack twitching, as he yanked the sergeant's trousers to the floor.

"Oh, fuuuck..."

His voice retained its depth, but through the notes of a vulnerable whore. Hypnotized by the bounce of eight inches, sleeved in a web of veins. Their span, fat like the tool they spread to nourish. Had Will been standing, or elsewise on his feet, he may've found how weak it brought his knees. Lain was poised to further egg him on, sneering down to the scalp of this manwhore... But it wouldn't be needed. The blink of an eye - just time enough for ape's hungry gasp - and his lips plunged down to serve. No pause, no pretense, all the way to Lain's smooth base.

The sergeant's groan, as strong and raspy as Will could ever hope, while the seal's seasoned musk hit his nose, and his nose hit the navel. Thick ape's paunch heaved in nasal sigh; he could only think of how rare, what luck to stumble on an older man this strong, this prime, and no less hung than he'd wished on first sight. He throated its size, plunging lips down every rigid inch; Lain countered with quick, shallow thrusts. The man clearly knew how to help.

Will's head drew back, further with each rep, until he sputtered words between dives.

"This... Is why mature men... *slurp*... Trump all... You take what you have... Mmmm... And you rule with it..."

The hum was loud, while Will's head rocked side-to-side, praising how it slid down his tongue to prod his gullet. He could've gagged, or at least done so audibly; but a certain monkey's friendship, had well-taught the needed suppression. The only thing imperfect, the one thought in his head less than joyous... If only Jerr was nearby, to share this treasure. But with Lain's base crashing on his lips, the seal's brawn butting his forehead, the scent of pure male overtaking him, he was never unfocused.

"Ooghh..." Lain's breath curdled with Red Man, above the hungry ape. "Shiiitt, boy, you ain't bad for a shaver." He chucked Will's temple, less-than-hurting him but hard enough to jostle his cock in that maw. "All you queers this- fuck - nimble?"

Will only sank harder, winding his lips to ring the sergeant's root. Not a trace of effort was spared, all with a breath through wide nostrils, greedy for the smell of sweat and loins. But it was time to rise up, free his lips with a 'pop', and tease his rugged feast. "Well if they tried... *smack*... Every dude's an expert with cock. I mean ponder it..." Black legs swayed around the bounding flesh of his apehood. "We all have 'em... We all know what feels grand on 'em... Mmm... We all know how fuckin'... CHOICE they are. My opinion..." Throating Lain's span in turn, he leaned low, rubbing his brow to those abs, savouring the pre that slicked his craw. Lain's every end quivered, moist lips downing his meat. Parting with a 'smack', Will's speech undercut the sergeant's shudder-moan. "Take away the dense codes, and the dumber inhibitions... And straight guys are just as mad for cock, as us mono's." He peered down, near-whining as he admired the hefty tool; lilting gasps, while it throbbed in coat of spit, his eyes in twinkles of affection. "... They just need... One good male, to instill the fact."

Lain's sneer grew wider, even more indulged, thinking on-point. Between Will's work, and his confidence, all was taken as truth. And with the ape in mid-worship, so clearly at his mercies, the dominant spark grew to blaze. The hand that would punish on the slightest behest, cupped over Will's furred scalp, firmly holding... Though loose enough for the ape to gaze up, stars in his eyes with the sergeant's abs-to-hairline in view. He wanted badly to whimper, show the daddy seal pure submission... But Lain beat his mind to the punch. "Well I can't speak for that, but if you think you won me..." Lain's hand stayed firm on his scalp; the other seized that uke by the chin. A wave of passion swept through the simian, as he felt the strength in either smooth mitt. Entranced by those aquatic eyes; and a bastion of true virility. "... All you've earned yourself is one long bruise."

Someone else might've taken that phrase, and been puzzled. But Will knew, even before the hand on his jaw pushed up, lifting with the help of his own entranced brawn. Will's form, damp and weak from desire, only went limp once it was far enough to crash on the sheets. His torso's 'cushioning' hid the gasp, but couldn't mask the narrowing of eyes. For Lain to so easily manage him; the might in that 'lifer', just now showing its full wares. While the seal's fingers clasped his pants, yanking them to fall astride his own, Will started to see just what sort of ride he'd purchased.

"Fuckin' faggot." The seal's breath grazed his face, a whiff of spiced tobacco. "You ain't ready for this." The sergeant managed time just as easily; no shred of pause before leaning his weight past Will's knees, down to plant his arms outside that sub's. Holding up so both could respire, but still pinning the ape. "Not for twenty years o' chiseling. You best plan a quick route to the clinic..." The sergeant's lip, practically self-bitten as he looked over Will's shallow gut. Leering, chuckling, like he owned its every cell. "... 'Cause that hole's gettin' ripped like old jeans."

Without a pillow by his neck, Will's view could only skew so low. He had to imagine Lain's tool, firm-as-marble and trained on his crack. The broad sinew of that sergeant's thigh, tensing to prepare his work. The daydream was brief, before he took exactly as envisioned. Even faster than he'd clamped lips on that daddy's meat, the real soldier pushed his way in. No care, no hesitation, just exploding Will's hole with the pain of a fat head's invasion.

He wanted it, more than breath itself, but Lain was half-right; he wasn't ready. Fantasies of strong, 'bull' men were everyday, but exactly that... The rapport with Jerr was nice, being both best pal and the monkey's 'go-to' top. But to count the times he'd taken it himself, needed barely one hand. Thus why his neck tensed, keeping the scream to his lungs; seven-plus inches of gorillahood, prodding his paunch with its throbs; dark lips quivered, his wince nearly hard enough to hurt. But not half as deep as the seal's monster weapon, plunging like butter in those jostling cheeks. Will's weight was prime; just thick enough to amplify Lain's work, and grant the ape ticklish quakes knee-to-neck. He may not have had the full view, but as the wince quickly faded, he took every possible speck. From Lain's sneer, of fast work and of joy to be tearing into this manwhore; down the smooth skin of his pecs, sheathed in walls of sweat, even beading on the tan, wide nipples; and abs to confound a Greek sculptor, tight for the force they put in. Lain's arms, thick like trees with layered muscle, kept him like bars in a prison. He'd take all this soldier could dish - no matter how long or painful - and those limbs took all choice from his reach.

Will's scream, deep and far beyond mumble, while the seal pumped into him. The rod stretched him already; past the prostate it grazed, sending Will's every nerve the report of how it crowded him. Lain's thrust pushed so hard, it rocked them on the bed, scraping Will's back with the sheets, as his teeth scraped each other, gnashed to weather the strain. Each pump rattled his cheeks, gave his paunch another shimmy, even carried to the flesh of his forearms. He craved to hear Lain's bass, berating him for the love of male or his untoward seduction... Or even if the sergeant brought a fist, across his jaw. Bring him the pain that only such a tank of man could cause, a welt to further drive home how that hole would never be the same.

Instead, he jumped in surprise, the tightness of a fist around his cock. Its length no longer laid on his loins, now in strong and callous grip. He gazed down, to see its head pulse above the sergeant's digits.

"Damn, boy... Think you're the biggest ape I've laid eyes on." The seal's hold was tough, but Will at last showed the dom his smirk; he knew him to be holding back, in raw surprise. Only pleasing the ape, since the slam on his cheeks stayed firm. Lain's appraisal, came by a wanton muse. "So the 'rilla-curse ain't global."

Will's grin took over, showing his more-valid self. Maybe now, he thought, it's time to meet this soldier halfway. "You been... Ogh... Payin' some... Attention in the showers - unnh - sarge?"

He arched his head, a means to defy the seal. Next he knew, his hole lit with pain, as somehow seal's thrusts came even rougher. Flow from the ape's slit, clear and slick, poured over Lain's fingers, while they moved the first of a stroke. Slow but tight, in a glide down the veinless spear, bulging Will's helmet as they cruised back up. The gorilla watched all, in moans and shudders, while ecstacy welled. Each gasp brought another whiff of Lain's chaw, his musk, the sweat that now dripped from Lain's pecs to his own soft stomach. Everything in him, wished to lay back and just let it overtake... All but temptation, which kept his head up, his eyes open, with brows twitching as that seal plowed his insulated passage.

There he lay taking it, with a hooligan's smirk, to show his dom he was more than passive outlet. "Yeah, you can't - ohh - beguile me. Not a damn thing I've said, wasUGHHh... news to you." Though rightly pleased by the view, he leaned back, just to relish Lain's work by simple feel. His trickling pre, lubed the seal's hand like any product; Lain's did likewise for his merciless assault. Quick as its start, Will's respite ended, grin and pupils returning to the smooth dom. "... So I have to know... Who - ahhh - instilled you?"

Lain's first reply, rocked them hard... Pushing one mighty thrust into Will, rewarded with a piercing yowl. Only then did he answer, no loss of his command. "Fine, if it's so obvious... My old drill sergeant, half a life ago." He upped the ante jerking Will, watching the head flush with blood. "Damn-fine soldier... Made me what I am. But he was even harder... On me."

Will caught the slight chuckle, even through his own groans; measure of the alternate meaning. By now, his gut rolled steadily, as if a water bed atop the wrinkled sheets. He tossed one laboured laugh, while his pits dampened the linens. "Well it's simple to tell... OHH-fuuuck... If you rock it like this... Someone's keepin' you in practice."

Lain only plunged harder; his veins ribbing deep in the gorilla. The smirk he wore, not far from Will's own average, pleased by the wet sound of his stroking the ape. "Never said he's gone, now did I?"

Will's eyes held themselves open, but in doing so caught a mild souring of Lain's expression.

"... 'Least he's good for something, these days."

"Do tell... Ohhh..."

No more, of eyes held open... The strength in Will's neck collapsed, head tilting back to the bed's support. Fully reclined, limp as he let that seal have his way. The dark-toned cock, an iron spear in his hand, slicked by the lube that soldier lured from it. Will's pucker, already so sore, but the pain just magnified pleasure. Sheets below them, sopped with sweat, and a spot of slick elsewise by Lain's buried weapon. The sergeant groaned, shoving his monster to the hilt, so deep in the young gorilla... Who could only gasp, cry out, with low shouts to prove his conquering; Lain just pulverized his passage, taking no fight and giving no compassion. All while jerking Will's tool, just streaking that hand along its tight-cut extent. Lain's abs dripped more manly dew, down to Will's core... Cooling as they fell, hitting ape's belly as repeating tingles. Will's hands were brought up from their rest; one to reach down, and cup his balls betwixt Lain's double-task. The other, running palm-down over his gut, spreading that dom's drip of moisture across every last inch of skin.

Lain was incredible; and Will knew, with anticipating groans, he deserved some encouragement. The gorilla stayed limp, but shot his emphasized phrase at full-pitch. "Fuckin' hoss."

Lain pushed harder, every thrust now a ripple in Will's pudge. Their jaws dropped together; Will's upper teeth exposed in a panting laugh. "Goddamn... Don Juan with my... Taut hole." His hand shot from stomach-to-lips, sliding his tongue down each finger, letting his and Lain's sweat mix atop it. "Or at least... It used to be taut..."

Even greater force from Lain, throttling his cheeks like a wall of flesh'ed steel. Every corner inside him, loud with pain, with euphoric throbs of Lain's pivots. Will's grin became a wince... But then to devious sneer, with a fast-chosen risk.

In his mind, whatever came would be worth it. "Bet I'm still tighter... Than your wife."

"FUCK, BOY-"

Lain's supporting arm left the sheets, fist balled; in cruel force, it crashed on Will's skull above the hairline. His head swam with delirium... But in this, he clenched down on that weapon, constricting to reward the rough impact. And light-headed, brought a certain 'high' to Will's pleasure. He knew the type of man he'd been taking... Lain's breath was furied, eyes bloodshot, rife with quickened rage... But he didn't stop. Still nailing Will on his cock, still yanking the gorilla's firm length, though now with a passion indescribable. He had nothing else to say... For the simple fact he adored it.

A short spell, and Will's mind recovered, to feel that first deep tingle. Lain's furied groan in his ears, sweat still dribbling to his paunch, he thought only of how he'd pleased his better, brought the gall right out of that man, to exactly what end he'd crafted. He wished to lean up, and view his dom one last time... But with Lain's veiny size just pounding him, and the long-pent volume surging, so close to finale, he could only lie back and take its rise.

Ape's neck tensed, legs trembling before they locked in stiff place. Through the hand on his sack, he could almost feel the starting twitches. "Y-you're makin' me... Oh-h-h, I'm 'bout to shoot so fuckin' hard..."

"SHUT it, whore-" Lain barked, more-mercifully slapping Will on his scalp's other side. "I don't give two shits... You're here for me."

Will moaned on impact, taking only pain sans-dizziness, and constricting again on seal's meat. It was coming... That long ape dick went its hardest, the head a black-crimson above Lain's speeding hand. The sergeant spoke of not caring... But as Will's sack drew in, and his shouts rose to screams, that seal practically threw his body forward, pushing his weight to every thrust.

"OHH-H GOD-"

It was a geyser, out the trembling ape. Will's voice like a bullhorn, his load erupting yards above, toes writhing at each side of Lain's shins, shaking hard on each instant of discharge. The first rope sent past his head, painting the dirt far behind them. The second shot higher, making a beeline for his nose. Third, fourth, fifth, while his legs danced in frenzy, cock swelling on each shot, painting his own fleshy chest. All the while, they matched gasps, Lain shocked by what he'd caused... Shocked, and somehow miffed.

"Damn gorilla... NO way your slut ass's shoot'n harder than me."

From the tone, it was personal. Will's back arched, his hands falling to each side, still with moans of climax; but he strained to form words. "Then... Make... It... So..."

His peak extended, still giving wad after wad, as the sergeant plunged hard. Lain's abs twitched, head bobbed, jaw loosed the deepest groans yet. His willing bitch, felt the seal's veins expand... Lain was past the line, and again he marshalled strength to speak his piece. "Fuckin' GIVE it, man, fill my ass up!"

Lain's abs wracked in mad contortion, knees digging into the bed, as he slammed the ape hard. Buried his deepest, giving ungodly vigor, he sounded what could pass for a lion's roar. It was begun, Will's every end convulsing as he took its ruthlessness. Gorilla's shots lessened, slowed to a dribble down Lain's fingers, as that superior man swelled him with seed. Huge gorilla fists clutched the bedspread, white-knuckled beneath their dark fur. It was so intense... And he wondered, as Lain pumped him full: Was this what Jerr took on? Was it always this much to the monkey, this wild and disarming? If so... He'd just have to 'deliver' more. After all, he mused smilingly, birds of a feather.

"Urrgghh... Ohhrr..."

The seal gave plenty, but quickly... Thrusts kept strong, but slowed in number. While the sergeant crashed to his base, milking the peak for all its worth, Will's neck could lift. He watched the seal's gasps grow gentler, his chest and abs un-tense, one arm grow lax as the soldier lost hold on that rod, stretching ropes of Will's cream as they followed. He never sighed louder, than the moment Lain drew back, raking veins and thick head through his aching hole.

The ape's arms found it difficult pushing him to lean up in their weakened state. But in succeeding he could easily admire the protagonist... standing in manful repose, refreshed and rather proud, though with a scowl as he shook the white from his hand - not a shock that he held no love for that aspect. But he was quick to gaze past, and approve of Will's wrecked posture; the ring of red on his cheeks, calling card of both a potent man and a soldier's execution.

Will's head dipped in exhaustion, sputtering a laugh. "Man, fuckin' indebted here. You split me more than any before you."

A chuckle, just marinated with ego, as Lain dove to fetch his jacket. "Well, you said it, boy. We seasoned men are a force to be feared." With shirt in hand, he balled it up to skim around his torso, cleaning the sweat through a sigh. "'Course, you'd better thank a long deployment. If I ain't been shorted my leave, I'd be at home right now. With someone a billion times prettier." He dove down to grab his trousers, and pulled them up briefs first, bulging from a cock that was still a twinge firm. Then came the pants themselves, secured with the clack of his belt. Throughout was one lengthy gaze to the picture frame.

Will's eyes lazily followed all. "Oh yeah? Well to have you at all, she's one fortunate chick."

The seal seethed back, chin slightly jutting. "... Lady."

"That too." No fear set on Will's features, his hand scooping gobs from his gut. Each one was short work, lifted to his tongue and down his throat, with a share of pleased hums. "So this guy..." He cooed between smacks, "The one that inspired you... He's still kickin' around?"

Lain's disdain, in the spin of his pupils. "Yes, and no. If you could even call him the same man. Years back, he'd humble me, but since then..." He tossed the shirt back to the ground, lifting arms to stretch while the ape ogled his pits. "... Damn birdbrain's lost his nuts. Think I know who's to blame, too."

Will's body cleaned, he scratched his chin, swinging his legs to the floor. By now, he was bottom-line-curious. "What, his ol' miss or mister have a chokehold?"

"Nah, doesn't have one." Diving to his end-table, he reached to pull a can of Grizzly. "I know your ass ain't part of this show, here, so I'll just say you're blessed not to know the colonel." He tore away the wrapper, opened its tin and popped the contents like a ball of popcorn. "Could make you shit a bag o' nails, with the slightest look." Shallow chewing.

Will 's teeth shone by the smile, as he strolled shirtless to the entrance, adjusting the semi in his pants. "Good to know."

The sergeant's mouth stopped dead; brows tightened. "Why?" Will could sense the pierce of his gaze. "If you ain't just lookin' for a quick l-... The fuck're you here?"

Will peered to the ground, miming fake shame. "A share of everything... Fun, fuckin', chaos. And to take a certain souvenir, before he misplaces the nerve." For a split-second, there shone in his gaze some seriousness. "He doesn't belong here. From one who knows."

Lain took on the same sneer, as when he'd first locked fists with the ape... But if that resurged, he did well this time to tamp it down. "You had me thinkin' you weren't stupid, for a while. You expect to waltz out with a soldier in tow and no aftermath?" Firm shaking of his head. "Y' might as well hitchhike from Turkey to China, with the stars 'n' stripes in-hand. You'd come out in the same number o' pieces."

"Maybe so... But he's blood." Will's hands dove in his pockets. "If I let it go, nothing could stave the regret." One brief, wistful chuckle. "So I guess you'll be reporting me. At the least."

Lain looked to be considering, weighing the facts. Moments flew, until his head shook again; this time, with lips turned up, smacking an index finger on the loose tent. "They took my leave, cut my pension and gimme a fabric house. Where does that leave loyalty?"

Will's face alighted in mirth. "About as lively as a kindergartener's goldfish."

A single nod from the seal. "Besides," he accented with chews, "You don't gotta spell it out for me. Family ain't replaced."

"Couldn't say it better myself." Smooth motion of his arm, reaching up to rub his head's profile, with a grunt, a wince and a whisper. "Glad it's under hair... can't be too thrifty with the pulchritude."

His form lunged through the tent flap, left boot dragging the canvas at its lifted swing. Behind, Lain chewed, pondered, and assessed the soaked sheets... then his book, lying in the dirt, cover-up above its bent pages. "Ah, fuck the revolution. S'not like I don't know how it ends."

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The air held a scent of the tropics, by that mammoth yellow pile; still growing, until around two minutes prior; now an idle, fragrant heap and the eyeless audience for a strange sight. A short aardvark, jaw half-open in shock... seated next to his ape friend who writhed forming gestures to defend himself from the nimble slapping blows of a blue-capped monkey.

"C'mon, puss-in-boots." Jerr smirked with eyes narrow, smug but focused as he outdid Windsor's reflexes. "Up to you when this stops. Just tell me what I wanna hear." He slapped Winn's knee, just hard enough to infuriate. The gorilla moved both hands to its cap, while Jerr's knuckles socked his shin. Winn's palm leapt to rub his leg, and Jerr caught his hip unprotected. Two, now going on three minutes, a futile game of chase... with Windsor's torment in his grimace all the while.

"Negative. I'm no snitch-OW-... Nor intent on helping you two come together. You think I don'tOWW, STOPPIT... Know what transpires, when you do?"

The three-foot-five of lithe muscle and orange fur driving Winn's misery, even went so far as to crack his toes; something he knew, through Jake, was like nails on a chalkboard to the taller simian. When the ape kicked out, he was quick to dodge, and skim a punch across the dark thigh. He grew short of breath, but not so much that impish gusto couldn't flow through each word. "Don't see how that's your concern. We keep you outta the 'party', and besides..." Winn held out his hands, by now just trying to hold Jerr back... Fruitless, while the monkey landed blows to either side. "... How else y' gonna pay for this favour? I don't need your lunch money, just a blind eye. You have to know how this place is just heaven."

"... Maybe for youUOO-HOAHH..."

Jerr, on accident, landed one a bit off when trying to catch his inner thigh. It brought the monkey to an instant halt, while lips formed an "O", watching Winn double over in pain. David was heretofore silent, helpless through everything, but he shrieked a yelp in sympathy... And shuddered a bit himself, legs drawing closer to his crotch. From his peripheral, staring towards the hard-nutted ape, he caught Jerr's gaze as it fixed on him. "Any ice nearby?"

A shake of David's head while Winn lay whining and holding himself.

"Ohhh..." Jerr replied, close as he'd ever come to shame, his glance returning to Windsor. "My bad, man, y' know I don't want that for anyone. Just keep pressure on it, like you're doin'."

Gorilla's nod, shallow from his scrunched-up face.

"Sorry like hell. But maybe now..." The remorse seemed to tone itself down, "You can just point me in the right direction. Won't have to see me again; I'm sure that's tempting right about now."

Windsor's left eye trembled open, while both were close to tears. "Y-...you believe I'd..." His boots carved dirt paths in their pained squirming. "... I'd point you... To a carrot, so you may... Claim your seat..."

Jerr's regret so simply killed, he propped his palms on his haunches, head shaking, mouth tossing patronizing smacks. "So that's the worth of an apology to you. Gotta say, you're not helpin' yourself here."

David, at the end of patience for his pal's treatment, overrode his own meekness. "I think you've 'helped' him enough, asshat."

Windsor's writhing subsided, though no quicker than molasses in February. His boots' motion ceased, but voice held onto its chirp of pain. "What he said. Verily."

Jerr's brow raised, elbow moving to one hand while the other skirted his chin, a sly-basted mock of the ape. "Then perhaps you won't be gone from here so directly."

Still bent downward, the young gorilla's chops twitched in their agony, stressed but low to the ground between them. Still pained, still angered, but with some fringe of sorrow, "... Perhaps I don't desire to be."

"Man, please," Jerr's pupils rolled, "You think I fell off the turnip truck yesterday? For all the shit Will's told me-"

"-I'm aware he has!!"

Windsor's pitch was gutteral and seething, above what pain would cause and far above his norm. The fur of Jerr's face blew back in its force; David's jaw creaked wider. With the gorilla's chin quaking like the rest of him, tense and looking to detonate, one could watch his self-control depart while proceeding.

"-I know he tells you all, Jerr. I'm forced to overhear, when he's paired with you in telephone exchanges... Pleasing each other by dictation." His eyes locked with the spider monkey's, David looking on in uncertainty. "... I've had liberal time to weigh my options, and the more I mull, the more I'm driven to loiter hereabouts."

His head kept low, somber and candid. In his tone, there flowed a certain sincerity; one that couldn't be falsified. "Yes, they've kept me to these tasks, on boundless fortnights. But I may blame that on failings, and know I'm only doing what I've earned through deficiency." He peered upwards through the robin's-egg blue, with impatient sigh. "Unlike home, where you keep him sequestered to the bedroom, unsettlingly vocal while I strive to keep my peace. With his 'digs' astride mine, I'm forced to hear the posturing, the smug recant of conquests, his 'quality-time' when you're the moment's topic... Never mind when you grace him with a visit..."

Jerr was half-between listening and simple dismissal. While scratching his chest, the latter won out. "... Sure I know where this is goin'. So you scold me for keepin' him happy."

"No. For diverting him far into night, with moans, and shouts, and what one only hears when Astroglide's involved. Dreaded misfortune that I'd be the buffer betwixt his room and our forebears'." He gave a single, scowling huff. "Discounting how I'd not wish to picture my own flesh-and-blood in that manner of scene, my grades commenced to slip. I braved weeks of insomnia, and have you exclusively to thank."

Jerr's arms crossed into each other, rested on each spindly bicep. A few moments of thought, while Aardvark and gorilla sat in judgment...

... Fifty yards distant, by the end of midday march's course, behind the other twenty-eight by close to fifteen minutes, staggered the elk and condor. Their heads drooping, clothes so drenched in sweat they looked to have detoured through a waterfall.

"I... Ain't never... Openin' my beak again..." Gasped the bird, in weak tenor.

His elk buddy bobbed a nod, no closer to 'fine' than his company. "That goes double... Right here-" He started, through nasal baritone before he stared to the mess tent. And by luck, the condor did the same.

To them, the sight was clear; that screw-up gorilla, seated where he belonged; his plated friend, crowding him on the right; and a monkey, unfamiliar yet clearly the right age to be an out-of-clothes soldier; Winn so obviously pained and flustered, enough for them to gather he was being accosted.

Still panting, they traded wide-eye glances. "Man, you know the sergeant said if even one-" Elk began.

He hadn't time to finish, before the bird marched towards that trio, quick and vengeful. "I'll have that shrimp's ass, before I take the fall for this bullshii-"

He was broken off, stopped short by his boot's collision with a half-buried rock. His feathered form was a perfect arc, so graceful as it fell to the dirt below. Limbs and torso hit the grass; his head found a softer cushion, the curved mound of an anthill. Which quickly gave him their contents, tiny, adorable, alarmed fire ants.

Below antlers, grew a purely-dumbfounded expression. "Dude, are you okay-"

"AHHHMOTHERFUCKNNGGAAAHH " Came the response, his scalp alive in skittering cover.

... At length, Jerr found the words he wanted; idly licking his lips, with a skeptic's countenance. "So maybe I have your bro a bit... Busier lately. You'd call that worse for you, than hours of this while you sweat your furry ass off?" His lip poked out. "Man, I ain't even heard most of what you send home, I'm sure. But this alone... You gotta see the logic, here."

Windsor's scowl softened, but stayed put. "I hold more berth for logic than you could ever fathom. But you'd not understand my position, to be on this end of your... Lecherous meddling."

No quarter given from the monkey, in a nonchalant glance to the bananas. "I'd fathom how you can't keep this shit up, and expect to make a LIFE, forget a career. You'll either break, an' flip the fuck out, or smack headlong to a dishonourable discharge. Try explainin' that to your folks... Let alone employers, when you get to that age." He scratched his stomach, the slight curve bouncing in a slosh. "You are the brainy type. So you'd be the first to spot rationale."

The acrid scowl melted away... Though knowing his defeat, the gorilla's younger psyche muffled nothing in how his eyes beamed emotion. "I... I merely wish it didn't come so beleaguering. I can be exultant for Will, and his happiness, but... I suppose it's always mind over matter. Or stepping outside, if he's in-process."

"Gets my vote. And in that case, I could always put the calls on curfew, so you can count your sheep." One side of Jerr's brow slowly raised, as it occurred to him. "... MY bro's been good to you, right? Not counting his crazy."

Windsor's smile, as he took on the king of all blushes. "Y-yes. By a lesser range, but... There's no issue."

"Then you said it, man-" A crack of eight orange knuckles, one by one. "-That active mind of yours, over matter. Now then... You gonna let us Shawshank your ass back to suburban comfort?..." A deviant grin, while eyes cut to the building two stone's-throws beyond David, "... However we have to?"

One corner of Winn's mouth lifted, as he went back to peeling. "Chronologically, affirmative, and I'm certain I've no say in that. But stay clear of the colonel, if practical." One last sway of his legs, with a hoarse grunt. "... And pay more heed to your aim, going forward. I'd like to keep the option of fatherhood."

Jerr's single, smug nod. "I'll try my damndest." His grin endured, while ears pricked in that building's direction. Wasn't hard, even from a distance, to know the sound of whistling showers. He swung posture to David; the delay had gone long enough. "Aardvark," he addressed, smacking David's pale pink leg as he strolled for the building, "Nice sorta-meetin' you. Next time you won't have to catch that kind of earful."

Sauntering away, with a kick in his step, he was caught by a hand that clutched his arm. He spun around to see the long nose, centerpiece for a curious look.

"... Jerr, right?"

The monkey's half-open maw formed a smile. "... Rightamundo. Somethin' to say?"

"Well yes, I-" He began, but reconsidered, casting eyes down and to the side. "-It's David. Good to meet you, too." Peering back to the shorter primate, he seemed nervous, before turning to join his buddy's work.

Jerr started away, slowly, backwards a few paces while he guaged the timid aardvark. "Right. I'll, uh, catch ya 'round, D'." Whipping forward, he faced away from both pairs; the peeling compatriots, and two taller privates scrambling to rake one's scalpfeathers.

Many things ran through the monkey's mind; all with the ingrained scent-memory of Axe and Reeboks.

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Giraffablegirl91: omg omg

SlipsTheElven: what now

Giraffablegirl91: Turn on the news

SlipsTheElven: cant, im half into a slayers quest. just gimme the cliff notes

Giraffablegirl91: You'll never guess who showed up at Charles Darwin this morning

SlipsTheElven: youre right, i wont. so dont make me

Giraffablegirl91: >:(

Giraffablegirl91: Well you know Jake's brother

SlipsTheElven: oh haha that dude. whad he do

Giraffablegirl91: Some stuff I really don't wanna mention

SlipsTheElven: then whyd you start talkin aboutOH SHIT MAN

Giraffablegirl91: You turn on the broadcast?

SlipsTheElven: no this goddamn ligerkin wasted me

SlipsTheElven: respawned with like half my lore

Giraffablegirl91: Slips, you have a problem

Giraffablegirl91: Check that, WE have a problem

SlipsTheElven: fine, what

Giraffablegirl91: The detectives spoke with Pixiefrog, and some of the teachers. They learned where he's headed

SlipsTheElven: k

Giraffablegirl91: That camp where Windsor's at, you know where it is?

SlipsTheElven: nope

Giraffablegirl91: Well apparently he does. And they learned Windsor's brother might be there too. Said it's a bunch of red tape to get the police onto

military land, and for some reason they can't get in contact with the base. So Windsor's isolated, and in for a shock

Giraffablegirl91: I'm really worried, you know how Jared is. That one year he wormed his way into the camping retreat

Giraffablegirl91: You remember, I heard some mountain cat or something and lost it. Burst through the counselor's cabin door

SlipsTheElven: hahaha i do, that was classic

Giraffablegirl91: >:F

Giraffablegirl91: And I had to see them, like that. And hanging from the ceiling in that sling... UGGHH

SlipsTheElven: your face was even whiter comin out than goin in

SlipsTheElven: man jareds just awesome

Giraffablegirl91: ... How could you say that? He's lewd, brash and filthy. He hits on anything that breathes, and Will's no different

SlipsTheElven: exactly. they dont put on airs

SlipsTheElven: the doin dudes thing is ugh, but theyre just who they are. funny as hell, if you ever rap with em

SlipsTheElven: theyre like... whats that word we learned in miss loon's class yesterday

Giraffablegirl91: ... Uncompromising?

SlipsTheElven: yeah that one

Giraffablegirl91: They're also dangerous, Slips. They have no regard for who's around, or who they might hurt

SlipsTheElven: all im hearing is blahblah stuckup blah

Giraffablegirl91: D:<

SlipsTheElven: ingrid youre cool and all, but loosen up. windsors gonna be fine

SlipsTheElven: i mean if he can put up with will from birth, whats the diff

Giraffablegirl91: I just know *I* couldn't. Not that kind of craziness

SlipsTheElven: well youre not him, are you

Giraffablegirl91: No, but...

Giraffablegirl91: Whatever, I gotta get back to assignments. This comp is running like a snail

SlipsTheElven: then stop loadin it with unicorns and sunflowers

Giraffablegirl91: >:C Not mine, I mean the lab's computers, these are... Wait, are you in class?

SlipsTheElven: suuuure :)

Giraffablegirl91: ... You're skipping.

SlipsTheElven: like a poisonous boss

SlipsTheElven: you gonna be all uppity about it? I get enough from the truant cop

Giraffablegirl91: No, I don't waste breath on dead embers. You can dig your own hole to coil up in :3

SlipsTheElven: cool. imma finish grinding, it takes hours to max out this mana

Giraffablegirl91: Fine. At least it builds coordination, you could do worse

Giraffablegirl91: Well thanks at least for listening. Have fun with the rails

SlipsTheElven: huh

SlipsTheElven: what rails

Giraffablegirl91: Well you said 'grinding' just now. Didn't know you liked skate games!

SlipsTheElven: rofl

SlipsTheElven: noob

Giraffablegirl91: .............

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To persist, part three...