always with the one-track mind

[mommyknowsbest]

Kyouya's Angels, Inc...

Hmm...it has quite a nice ring to it, after all this time.

Now, if I can just find a clipboard...

Comments

it's 8:30 in the morning so forgive me if this is dog doodoo

[mommyknowsbest]

[ That's it. The gloves are comin' off (I'd say glasses but they already did).

Kyouya yanks his hand back and with both hands on Badou's chest, shoves him back as hard as he can to get the older boy-man's grip off him. The rage is thick like his di-- and he can't see straight--well, at all, really, but especially straight, pun possibly intended--but that doesn't stop him from be a pissy bitch. ]

WHERE. ARE. MY. GLASSES?

[ with each word he shoves Badou back more; even though he's not yet spitting and convulsing in his anger yet it's rising with every word ]

I'M NOT TOUCHING YOUR ASS OUT OF DESIRE, AND IF YOU THINK OTHERWISE YOU ARE SERIOUSLY DELUDED!

[ Kyouya steps menacingly closer, looking ever the more like Monobear, his eyes flashing dangerously. His voice lowers to a near-whisper. ]

And to think, you were so close to getting your first check. It's already halfway made out and everything.

shhh no it's beautiful and chilling, I felt a breeze in my asscrack (beez in the trap)

[notkinkypatch]

[Badou stumbles back, but regains his balance with that booty of his and leans towards Kyouya dangerously, eye narrowed. At the total cockblock to his paycheck, he promptly loses it as well. And he ain't skimpy about the spittle as he grabs Kyouya by the popped collar again and snarls
yea ok I bet his dick is as thin as the bear dicks I was linked to on twitter today]

FUCK YOU! GIMMIE THAT CHECK, YOU AIN'T PAYED ME ONE IOTA OF WHAT I GET ACCORDIN' TO THAT CONTRACT YOU LOVE TO RUB AGAINST YOUR BALLS! Is all that jizz in your ears messin' with your brain or are you gettin' rusty? The only upper hand you've got here is the hand you had up my juicy ass. [Badou grimaces, looking distinctly green as he fantasi- flashes back.]

Now, you're a fuckin' penny ass pinchin' business man, aintcha? I'm willin' to come to a truce.

GOMEN THIS IS SO LATE!!

[mommyknowsbest]

For somebody who had such a problem with me trying to find my glasses, you sure keep bringing it up a lot. Hmm...

[ makes a mental note to record later ]

A truce? That has something to do with my being a penny pinching businessman? Because I'll own up to that title. At least it's respectful.

[ gives him the ol' "Go ahead...I'm listening...if it's worth my time." Kyouya look™ ]

SHHH AINT NO THANG BUT A...G THANG, YO...or s/t

[notkinkypatch]

It comes with the PTSD your sandy ass is lucky I ain't gonna sue you for. It's a part of movin' past the trauma until my brain bleach kicks in.

[If that's the nicest thing Kyouya's been called besides 'your highness' or 'your clipboardness'...not sure if sad or amazing. Jutting out his chin in what he hopes is a businessmanlike manner, he delivers the blow (......)]

I give you your specs back, forget you tried to fist me with the aid of many drinks, and you forget shootin' the shit about cockblockin' my paycheck. And we'll be square. What say you, boss?