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...

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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?