[ So this isn't being answered for a hot minute. Eddie's grabbing a shower, enjoying a good shower singing session, waiting for his delivery hoity toity rich people food to show up at his door. He nearly trips over an errant shirt when he checks his phone to see that.
Jesus CHRIST Is this hell? Is this my penance? Leading two emotionally stunted grown ass men to SIMPLE conclusions time and time again? This is Sisyphus and the fucking rock except the ROCK IS BOTH YOUR THICK SKULLS.
all i said was i promise not to kiss you unless preapproved by him good fucking luck my guy because all he has is hair there is not a brain in that skull
spluttering. the both of them. the fuck. the fuck!!! the fuck. why would you word it like that??? in what fucking universe does billy hargrove want to actually seriously kiss him??? ]
[ oh he is not cracking this nightmare open. he's gonna go yell at steve?? he guesses??? yeah that sounds like the worst idea and that's what he's gonna do ]
[billy does 2 things: decides he’s going to throttle steve, and that he has to give up on the porn. it’s not happening today folks.
the third he does after five cigarettes is uploading a bunch extremely racy photos for the validation, and then he picks his phone up to dead silence on the message front.
he knows he should leave it. he’s twitchy, a little irritated, and he now he has thoughts to deal with and he’s! so! annoyed! ]
munson
munson ?
munson.
[he’s not. going over. nope. not today. maybe not in a while lest he do something stupid like kiss eddie just to prove a point.]
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please tell your boyfriend you do not want to kiss me i am begging you both to please let me jack off in peace is nothing fucking sacred anymore
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THIS WAS A SIMPLE TASK
HOW DID HIS PARTY FUCK UP THIS BADLY]
I was gone for FIFTEEN MINUTES.
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Is this hell? Is this my penance?
Leading two emotionally stunted grown ass men to SIMPLE conclusions time and time again?
This is Sisyphus and the fucking rock except the ROCK IS BOTH YOUR THICK SKULLS.
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good fucking luck my guy because all he has is hair there is not a brain in that skull
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spluttering. the both of them. the fuck. the fuck!!! the fuck. why would you word it like that??? in what fucking universe does billy hargrove want to actually seriously kiss him??? ]
Yeah. That confirms it. This is Hell.
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the third he does after five cigarettes is uploading a bunch extremely racy photos for the validation, and then he picks his phone up to dead silence on the message front.
he knows he should leave it. he’s twitchy, a little irritated, and he now he has thoughts to deal with and he’s! so! annoyed! ]
munson
munson ?
munson.
[he’s not. going over. nope. not today. maybe not in a while lest he do something stupid like kiss eddie just to prove a point.]
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I live.
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[ ish. shit. he needs to get out of his head about this. ]
Sorry. You got caught in the crossfire.
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he’s stupid as shit. he’ll figure it out.
[the twitchiness is not subsiding. ]
maybe i do my thing and you guys do your thing and we can try this shit again next month for blondie.
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[ his leg jitters nervously against the ground. ]
We're friends. He needs to learn to deal with his insecurity.
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