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Badou Nails ([personal profile] notkinkypatch) wrote in [community profile] kyouyasangels_inc2013-05-11 09:20 pm

Mission 1: Electric Bootyloo

[His ass still hurt from the goddamn 'physical'. Badou's rather convinced, deep in his soulful ass, that the crackpot their esteemed boss had hired was just some fucker practicing for his porn star exams. And unsurprisingly Kyouya rented out his and the newbie's asses for the sake of the American economy and education. Fucker's japanese, what the fuck does he care about Amuurica?! Probably stocks in Old Navy or some shit.

Speaking of the newbie...Hoestar and Badou are currently knees deep in the glory of their first mission together: retrieve a rare and extra expensive statue of the Egyptian cat goddess Bast and do a little snoopage on the fucktard smart enough to spirit it away from the owner. Someone clearly needs to beef up security, said thief has a body pillow of Nia-chan for fucks sake. Kyouya vehemently expressed, glasses glinting menacingly under the cheap ass fluorescent lighting, that if they didn't come back with the item and the info, their asses would be in the doctor's clutches once more. As ass grass that no, cannot be smoked. In so many words. Badou knew that look by now to properly interpret. He would have given Jojo the translated notes but it's every man for himself when it comes to the booty. So here they crouched in the dank, damp, and stanky alley behind one of the warehouses of their target, peering into the windows and trying to subtly pretend they're professionals whilst eating pork rinds and chips respectively during this stake out.

He hadn't spied the pussy they were after yet thus he was left to ponder upon the irony that is his life, locating various pussies for rich wigs, but regardless of that the information was good. A little drug dealing here, some embezzling there, a pinch of dominatrix routines involving being rolled up in newspaper and struck over yonder, nothing he hadn't seen before, or expected. There was plenty to snap with his camera.
Professionalism and not being a dumbasses was of the essence here and so far so good. Loathe as he was to admit it, it felt.....alright to have someone have his back again. The kid looked like a real ball tapper and cocky shit, but he trust....believed Kyouya's bullshit enough to know he wouldn't hire someone completely incompetent. It'd lower ratings.
As long as they didn't make a single peep, a single quip, one crunch, one fart. Everything would be fucking dandy.
Of course, Someone Up There likes to diarrhea all over Badou C. Nails' fate.]
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[personal profile] battletendencies 2013-05-22 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ It had been three hours, three of the most boring hours of his life, hours he'd never get back. He let out an almost loud sigh and cracked his neck before returning to his stance which was sitting next to the hippie and stare at that fucking freak who wouldn't even notice he's being watched, he felt like throwing some of those pork rinds so he'd realise they're on to his stupid ass... What a waste, he'd figure the hippie would've jumped in by now. Speaking of which no matter how much Joseph didn't want to admit it but despite his weedy exterior he actually did look the part, he seemed at ease, almost nonchalant... which made Joseph feel a little out of place but also a tiny bit of relief.

No matter, he'd show him how to get things down the Joestar way! Which wasn't necessarily safe and could end up blowing up in his face while smokey mcsmoke over here would take all the credit and glasses would surely fire him...

For now he'd wait a little longer, see if things get spicy enough for him to make a move, he can't keep the act much longer and his butt was actually numb since that physical (which he totally had coming) but he was man enough to not shed a tear but overall he was pretty damn uncomfortable.

just a little bit longer...
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