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smash_logs2011-03-02 01:13 am
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Who: Duckbutt and Afro Queen
What: So I hear you're sweet on my twin brother...
Where: SPRINKLETOWN. (Now with 50% more nondairy options)
When: March 2/11
Warnings: Sex, drugs, and explosions abound
Lash and Claus!
Who would have guessed? They did get along together, but Lucas had been totally surprised when his twin had told him the news. They would make a good pair, he thought -- he hadn't just been paying lip service when he'd said that. He had promised to put in a good word, too, and he had every intention of doing so: he wasn't the kind of person to meddle, per se, but when two people brought out the best in each other, it was hard not to give a nudge or two in the right direction.
There was a little more to it than that, admittedly. A quiet, lurking concern that had been gnawing at the back of his mind ever since his return from the Other Tazmily, as he'd come to call it. He still wasn't sure that he wanted to say anything about it, though. This was Final Destination City Claus. Lash had never even met the Other Tazmily Claus. Was it really something he ought to say? He hadn't even told Claus himself about what had happened at the Seventh Needle.
He pushed the thought out of his head as he caught sight of a familiar cloud of poofy black hair heading down the hallway. One thing at a time. "Lash! Wait up!"
What: So I hear you're sweet on my twin brother...
Where: SPRINKLETOWN. (Now with 50% more nondairy options)
When: March 2/11
Warnings: Sex, drugs, and explosions abound
Lash and Claus!
Who would have guessed? They did get along together, but Lucas had been totally surprised when his twin had told him the news. They would make a good pair, he thought -- he hadn't just been paying lip service when he'd said that. He had promised to put in a good word, too, and he had every intention of doing so: he wasn't the kind of person to meddle, per se, but when two people brought out the best in each other, it was hard not to give a nudge or two in the right direction.
There was a little more to it than that, admittedly. A quiet, lurking concern that had been gnawing at the back of his mind ever since his return from the Other Tazmily, as he'd come to call it. He still wasn't sure that he wanted to say anything about it, though. This was Final Destination City Claus. Lash had never even met the Other Tazmily Claus. Was it really something he ought to say? He hadn't even told Claus himself about what had happened at the Seventh Needle.
He pushed the thought out of his head as he caught sight of a familiar cloud of poofy black hair heading down the hallway. One thing at a time. "Lash! Wait up!"
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"I know! We kinda have been going out in Neotanks for a while go empty warehouses for the fun of it!" Oh woops, that should be some sort of secret. Or Maybe Claus had told Lucas. Or maybe he hadn't, shit and damn. Well, it wasn't like Lucas would tell anyone. Except maybe his father. "...uh, don't tell your dad. I don't think he'd approve." Especially if she started to tell him the part about the spiders and the explosions and hmm. Perhaps it was better if she tuned her mind out of that.
She jumped right into a puddle of watery slush when they got to the main street, looking both ways before making a made dash to the other side of the road.
"Come on, come on!"