"I'm gonna lie you on prom 's much as I fuckin' want," drawled Mondo, not making any sense whatsoever. He hardly even had any idea what he was saying, but to him it sounded like a clever comeback. Feeling the weight on top of him didn't bother him at all, surprisingly, even though the floor really did just become a lot harder on his back. Nonetheless, Kiyotaka was trying to argue with him, so he drunkenly tried to grab at his shoulders and push him off to the side so the tables could be turned, in a sense- except in this sense, it was the position of their bodies.
Whether it worked well or not? That's another story. There was a lot of swatting at air because Mondo couldn't see shit with Kiyotaka swimming all over the place above him. Was that an arm? No that's his ass No, that's his waist you knucklebrain. You can still push it though, so that's what he did.
Thaaaaaat's better
Whether it worked well or not? That's another story. There was a lot of swatting at air because Mondo couldn't see shit with Kiyotaka swimming all over the place above him. Was that an arm?
No that's his assNo, that's his waist you knucklebrain. You can still push it though, so that's what he did.