04-14-2017, 03:01 PM
Motherfucker. Like we don’t have enough to deal with. Some bitch thinks she’s clever, and now Lacey has to make an unnecessarily arduous trek to some fucking wasteland when she’s pregnant enough that she has to travel at a slow waddle. Fucking brilliant. Thanks, Pangea. Won’t forget this shit.
Well I’m not about to let her go alone. So off we go, nice and easy pace, and I swear to fuck, if she goes into labor and has our kid in Pangea I’m gonna make them suffer. Even if it’s only by inflicting my presence on them. Loudly and boisterously. Until they regret even thinking about “inviting” my Lacey to visit. Because we’re a package deal, bitches. Especially when she’s all pregnant and (do not tell her I even so much as suggested this but) vulnerable and shit.
Don’t get me wrong, Lacey can take care of herself. But fuck if I’m gonna make her go off into unknown enemy territory on her own just because some grabby-hands little shit says so. So I escort her, leaving our delightful twins in Reilly’s capable care. Poor bastard. He really is too nice, and I’ll find a way to make it up to him. Eventually. Maybe. Whatever, he’s my bro, I’m his, it’ll balance out. Besides, he loves the kids and they love him. Our weird, cozy little family.
Which is once again temporarily split apart because of some bullshit fuckwad-ery.
Let’s get this over with, shall we?
With as shiny and brightly colored as I am, subtlety isn’t much in my nature. Loud and dramatic by nature, no sense fighting it, might as well draw the eyes, yeah? And if it keeps the attention from dwelling too hard on Lacey, or eyes from lingering a little too intently on her very pregnant belly, well all the better. So with a quick little brush of my lips to her shoulder and a wink, I stomp into the shithole that stole her, keeping half an eye on her while doing what I do best.
“Sexy Beast!” I shout, delighted to see the oh so lickable dragon man is already here and looking right pissed off. “It’s been too long, you magnificent motherfucker. How’ve you been? Why don’t you introduce me to your…” I trail off and give the stranger a leering once over and grin. “...delicious-looking new friend?”
Well I’m not about to let her go alone. So off we go, nice and easy pace, and I swear to fuck, if she goes into labor and has our kid in Pangea I’m gonna make them suffer. Even if it’s only by inflicting my presence on them. Loudly and boisterously. Until they regret even thinking about “inviting” my Lacey to visit. Because we’re a package deal, bitches. Especially when she’s all pregnant and (do not tell her I even so much as suggested this but) vulnerable and shit.
Don’t get me wrong, Lacey can take care of herself. But fuck if I’m gonna make her go off into unknown enemy territory on her own just because some grabby-hands little shit says so. So I escort her, leaving our delightful twins in Reilly’s capable care. Poor bastard. He really is too nice, and I’ll find a way to make it up to him. Eventually. Maybe. Whatever, he’s my bro, I’m his, it’ll balance out. Besides, he loves the kids and they love him. Our weird, cozy little family.
Which is once again temporarily split apart because of some bullshit fuckwad-ery.
Let’s get this over with, shall we?
With as shiny and brightly colored as I am, subtlety isn’t much in my nature. Loud and dramatic by nature, no sense fighting it, might as well draw the eyes, yeah? And if it keeps the attention from dwelling too hard on Lacey, or eyes from lingering a little too intently on her very pregnant belly, well all the better. So with a quick little brush of my lips to her shoulder and a wink, I stomp into the shithole that stole her, keeping half an eye on her while doing what I do best.
“Sexy Beast!” I shout, delighted to see the oh so lickable dragon man is already here and looking right pissed off. “It’s been too long, you magnificent motherfucker. How’ve you been? Why don’t you introduce me to your…” I trail off and give the stranger a leering once over and grin. “...delicious-looking new friend?”