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Oh, he'll find a way to talk. Nate has at least a hundred insults to spit out still.

And for the love of God, stop shoving shit around organize, damn you! " Horrible service. " He muttered. Cute in an apron, but barely makes edible food, makes a mess, irritable, and smells of petroleum with a hint of burning oak. " Shut up, Jacky. " Horrible service, he says. Bah.

" You haven't seen my help. " A flick of his tail that slithers down the jeans and swats at the muscle of Kurjak's thigh. It slinks under like a serpen. Just follow the snaking path, it's back there, just a little farther.. " Come on, before I starve to death. " Nate kneels closer, leaning, smug, smiling. " Maybe if you stopped shoving around the pots you might find something. " Or press the button that's connected to the C3 inthe basement.

" Are you even looking? " The help he's offering is pressed against the knot of the apron, right above his ass, bulging the jeans. " I change my mind. I want something else more salty, more bile. " That's actually the sweetest thing Nate's ever said to him.

" I don't know, be a wife? Push it down, do meth. " He's not the best with feelings, or the living, but he makes good money. If Kurjak needs the encouragement, he can have a bit. $20 in singles, thrown at his bucknaked ass.

See? He's supporting this freak financially. A few more of those, and he'll be able to carnage a Wendies. Now, go down there, and get that whisk, you insult to nature.. Ah, there he goes. " It's in the back. " A little cue to reach father, put a little wiggle into it. Is that his finger tapping on the phone? Ignore the sound of the zipper, just keep. Looking. Off the chair, a little waltz down, and the sound of Nate stepping over to the cabinets, legs open, above Kurjack. " Need help? " There's no whisk, but there's a healthy bit of rat poison back there if he gets hungry. " I can help. " He's just scooping a bit of ass with the tip of his shoe. " Anyone ever tell you that you look like a Jacky from the back? "

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Let's get wet!

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Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else: Essays; “The End Of Longing,”

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" Bet that's not even a real word. " Slovakia was a glorified colony anyway. But he'll be a douchebag later right now, he really wants to make things difficult, like considering if he should shoot through Kurjak's spine with his .44 now, or with a different one. " Jesus, Mary and the rest, those cost money. " For someone, granted, this wasn't his house, it hasn't been.. ever? The last owner is still at the bottom of the nearby lake, and when he floats to the surface, then maybe it'll be his problem.

" So when I think of an asshole... " Yeah, he'll hold off on that. This is a very dangerous position to find oneself in. Too many openings, and regeneration doesn't nullify the fact that getting your balls blown off by the gun this bastard is probably hiding somewhere is always in the back of his mind. " Whatever you say, Janet. "

He squats, of course, behind. Gotta' supervise. " Says the fucker who can't find it? Maybe you're old. And blind. And stupid. " God, three-hundred-years and he still has the urge to cat fight at any given moment. It's a sign of attraction, actually. A love language of the mangey, bone-rotten and probably lead-poisoned.

God, he hopes they deport him.

" I don't know, be a wife? Push it down, do meth. " He's not the best with feelings, or the living, but he makes good money. If Kurjak needs the encouragement, he can have a bit. $20 in singles, thrown at his bucknaked ass.

See? He's supporting this freak financially. A few more of those, and he'll be able to carnage a Wendies. Now, go down there, and get that whisk, you insult to nature.. Ah, there he goes. " It's in the back. " A little cue to reach father, put a little wiggle into it. Is that his finger tapping on the phone? Ignore the sound of the zipper, just keep. Looking. Off the chair, a little waltz down, and the sound of Nate stepping over to the cabinets, legs open, above Kurjack. " Need help? " There's no whisk, but there's a healthy bit of rat poison back there if he gets hungry. " I can help. " He's just scooping a bit of ass with the tip of his shoe. " Anyone ever tell you that you look like a Jacky from the back? "

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" I don't know, be a wife? Push it down, do meth. " He's not the best with feelings, or the living, but he makes good money. If Kurjak needs the encouragement, he can have a bit. $20 in singles, thrown at his bucknaked ass.

See? He's supporting this freak financially. A few more of those, and he'll be able to carnage a Wendies. Now, go down there, and get that whisk, you insult to nature.. Ah, there he goes. " It's in the back. " A little cue to reach father, put a little wiggle into it. Is that his finger tapping on the phone? Ignore the sound of the zipper, just keep. Looking. Off the chair, a little waltz down, and the sound of Nate stepping over to the cabinets, legs open, above Kurjack. " Need help? " There's no whisk, but there's a healthy bit of rat poison back there if he gets hungry. " I can help. " He's just scooping a bit of ass with the tip of his shoe. " Anyone ever tell you that you look like a Jacky from the back? "

Kurjak grumbles. But he's still playing along.

Make me a cake, he asks, all artificially sweet like the criminal amount of frosting Kurjak decides he's going to slather onto this cake he will, in fact, be making. There's a glare Nate's way all the while; since he's at the fridge, he fetches the milk and eggs to bring them over to the counter.

"... And what if my back hurts." Dry, and he knows exactly what Nate's getting at. Out comes a bowl, flour, sugar ... He's pointedly getting everything else before the whisk.

He does humor Nate in the end, bends low, one long leg stepping back just a bit for better angling. He's glaring into the cabinet, by the way, and when he reaches in with his right hand, the metal of it is loud in his deliberate messy rummaging against pots and pans, just to be a nightmare while he's down here.

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" And you're showing too much ass for me not to. " And for the record, if he wasn't using his manners, then the sound that would've come out that kitchen would be more akin to crunching, slurping, and a little bit of milky-macaroni.

Oh, no antifreeze? Is the pope visiting? " Make me a cake, pretty please. I put the whisk under cabinet. Deep in there. " Of course.

@werepyr: i wanna see the gordon ramsey of airfryers do his thang in an apron only, let's go make me something that won't kill me.

"You're far too bold, making these demands ..." Says the man tugging the loose towel off from around his waist while he's grabbing the apron off of the hook. Carelessly, the towel's dropped onto the floor, and he slips the apron on, reaching back to tie it around his waist.

"— Use your manners." Like he's not already appropriately dressed and opening the refrigerator.

You're lucky he's considerate enough to exclude antifreeze this time around.

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when someone asks me what i've been up to lately and i say "just chilling" i mean this

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what if we kissed and then i fucking killed you

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Nate romance :tm:

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For the record, for me to cannibalize Riddick I'd have to chew - I mean, view him as a person.

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two voids don’t make a light.

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