angealsbighairydick started following you
OMG WTF HAPPENED THIS IS NOT THE REALITY I WANTED
Thats the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen and I’ve had chatsex with Slenderman
otp
That’s like so totally hot, man
Totes. BHD, you’re just a stud, okay.
Ikr? Did I ever tell you about the time I defeated an army of snail-monsters by jazzing on them? Reno was wearing a snail costume for weeks afterwards
JUST FOR THE RECORD THIS NEVER HAPPENED, FOLKS.
“Thanks for the kitty Reno. I’ll take very good care of him.” She happily snuggles the cat. “I don’t know why you hated him. He’s quite wonderful, and keeps the bed warm.” Elena couldn’t be happier with her new object of affection. Even though deep down she knew she would be giving him back. She was just waiting for Reno to admit he missed the cat. Until then, she would love it.
Reno lifts a scarlet eyebrow, scrunching his face up at Elena’s joy over the cat. “You sure you’re not accidentally sleeping on him, yo? The fat thing takes up half the bed, it’s an easy mistake to make. Trust me on that one.” It would probably take a few weeks for Reno to admit he missed the constant shedding and bed-space war he was forever destined to lose, but sure enough, it would occur - but not before Reno left all over his black clothing just laying around to celebrate the lack of cat hair upon said articles of clothing. Small victories were something the ginger-haired male delighted in, for sure.
“He’s fat, I’ll agree with that. He eats WAY more than I thought. I thought you had been joking with me.” Elena lets out a long sigh, “He’s about 4 cups into his special diet cat food. When I wasn’t looking he nabbed some treats I left out. Shredded the package to get to the damn things too. I also bought Tubby some Cat Nip, but am now wary of giving it to him.” She taps her chin as if in deep thought, “Now that I think about it, I better hide that. I don’t need him running green leaves through my apartment.” Her faces changes from deep thought to happiness, “But you are wrong about him taking up the whole bed. He shared quite well, and seemed confused when I made the bed. I guess you never do that. He seemed so excited to sit right on the clean and tidy bed. It was rather cute, I even took a picture to show you.” She was half lying with that statement. Yes it was to show him, but also to taunt him and make him miss the cat. “Here, look. Isn’t he wonderful? Mama Elena loves you.”
Reno snorts, running a hand through tangled red locks. ” You actually looked at him, held him, an’ doubted his diet? I know what I’m talkin’ about sometimes, yo. ” The cat ate more than the redhead did - and that, that was saying something. The only thing that kept him from being terribly overweight was the constant action and his blissfully active metabolism, still kickin’ it from his youth.
At the mention of his usually-untidy sleeping space, however, the Turk coughed, bluegreen eyes darting to the side. ” He was always sleepin’ on my covers. It’s hard t’make a bed around a cat, yo. ” Honestly, Reno had never seen the point of making his bed - he was still a fifteen year old at hear, terribly immature and willing to pitch a fit if told to tidy his room. He couldn’t help but peek at the picture of the stupid fat cat as Elena presented it to him, forcing a grimace onto his angular face. ” Wonderful ain’t the exact word I would use, yo. “
Anonymous
W-What? Hahaha what no, yo, that’s .. that’s fuckin’ …. ridiculous, yo.
“Thanks for the kitty Reno. I’ll take very good care of him.” She happily snuggles the cat. “I don’t know why you hated him. He’s quite wonderful, and keeps the bed warm.” Elena couldn’t be happier with her new object of affection. Even though deep down she knew she would be giving him back. She was just waiting for Reno to admit he missed the cat. Until then, she would love it.
Reno lifts a scarlet eyebrow, scrunching his face up at Elena’s joy over the cat. “You sure you’re not accidentally sleeping on him, yo? The fat thing takes up half the bed, it’s an easy mistake to make. Trust me on that one.” It would probably take a few weeks for Reno to admit he missed the constant shedding and bed-space war he was forever destined to lose, but sure enough, it would occur - but not before Reno left all over his black clothing just laying around to celebrate the lack of cat hair upon said articles of clothing. Small victories were something the ginger-haired male delighted in, for sure.
It’s like y’wanna make the damn thing explode, ‘Laney. Cuh-ripes. Two weeks tops, I bet he’ll be a Wilford Brimley cat, yo.
Good. Come over later t’take this stupid thing offa my hands, yo?
Will I, now? That’ll be the day, ‘Laney. Trus’ me, I ain’t gonna be bangin’ down yer doorstep for him any time soon, yo.
Anonymous
Err ..
