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xn--sal-x96a.xn--6ii ok guys this is still Bothering Me so ive decided to try splitting zep in half and putting the evil somewhere else (@brixtcn) so if u see me responding to Old Rps with this new acct don’t ask… it makes sense in my head…. also Hi
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Replying to @TRUTINOR
/ guys im conflicted pls help do i
1. make zep more aggressive/antagonistic
2. leave him as a stinky kicked puppy n put the Mean Urges into a new oc
48%increase evil
52%leave him ALONE
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( pause. considering. stubbing the joint out on whatever looks like it won’t melt and leaving it there, back turned to the beaming slav. something doesn’t feel right about this, buuut … )
y’gonna pay me to sleep in bed with you?
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( once again, looking at clarey like he’s insane, eyes opening wide beneath synched brows. )
i can spell, asshole.
( hands curl around clarey’s wrists to throw them off. no touchy. )
just——don’t say anything about this, got it?
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( he’s speechless — a feat when it comes to zep. lips part but fail to voice anything. he shakes his head, waving a dismissive hand, brain trying to catch up to whatever the fuck is going on. )
i don’t wanna see that shit!
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( fuck, that is NOT what he was expecting him to say. coughing out smoke hard enough to make his eyes water, voice a startled rasp. )
what the fuck? you serious? ( cough cough. jesus christ. ) like, guys with other guys?
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why’s’at? mob gonna make me their drug mule or somethin’?
( lingering, definitely lingering, like he doesn’t want the conversation to end. tonight’s been kinda fun. not sure he’s ever been called sweet before. )
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stop tryin’a get me in your bed, gaybo.
( grumbling but amused. he feels strangely pleased that he managed to help — that karol is safe in bed, feeling better. must be a gooey strain of weed. speaking of which, he toddles over …
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( his head ducks at the announcement and the looks that follow. motherfucker. clarence is so lucky he’s not sober. )
* fuck. ( a disgruntled snap. lowering his voice with a sulky frown. ) yeah, so what?
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yup. you’re real special, k - man.
( strained as he tugs, finally managing to slide the fabric over karol’s clown - sized feet and free him from his confines. great, now he’s in a room with a guy in boxers and ugly socks. epic. )
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( he lazily pulls his head up, bleary eyes opening to watch clarey’s hand move, fixated for a moment. he swallows. )
fuck off, ceebee. why would i bring my journal to a party? ( incredulous, letting it slip. ) s’private. duh.
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( it feels good. warm and tingly where clarey’s fingers are idling. he uncrosses his feet, unthinkingly encouraging the touch. )
fit for wuh? s’just. stuff. anything. like, whatever. ( a little embarrassed, waving off the questions. )
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( zep doesn’t bite it back — he whirls around at the sound of the commotion and bursts into laughter at the sight, giggling wholeheartedly. )
stop—stopstop—stay still—!
( he’s grabbing what he can of the trousers and trying to …
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