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badfic_manor2012-07-13 11:56 pm
notkinkypatch) wrote in badfic_manor2012-07-13 11:56 pm
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Backdated to last wednesday [lights, token otakus, action!]
[The chilly room is ominously dim, lit only by the almost eerie glow from the wide screen pulled front and center. In the dark it's only possible to see the silhouettes of about seven people spread out amongst the sea of folding chairs and-]
AWWWWW SHIT SON, THAT'S HIS COUSIN? What the fuck, this ain't Kentucky an I don't see anythin' fried, except some balls. What a rip off.
[The darkness isn't able to rid the world of Badou's splash of colorful hair or his colorful personality, unfortunately. He lounges smack dab in the middle of the creepy fray, one foot hooked onto the back of the chair in front of him, his hand in a box of pocky and his mouth flapping on. And on. And ON. He definitely isn't setting the squick-y and triumphant mood of the two relatives casual pillow talk (the wang counts as a pillow...sort of...) during their sticky festivities]
WILL YOU STOP DISTURBING YUUSUKE'S BROODING RELEASE?! [One of his fellow voyeur's hisses in outrage, ringing in shushes of agreement from the perv- artiiiists not engrossed with the travesty. Badou hisses back casually and gentlemanly]
Try to be discreet, ya fuckin' novice. Just gonna embarrass yourself, jesus. You can watch a porno of this shitty caliber an soap opera bullshit any day of the week. Especially sunday.
[That does it. As the moaning and grunting on-screen ensues and genitals appear to crackle, snap, pop, and gravitate into the air and "hussies" are exposed, one particular pornographic connoisseur rises from his seat and levels Badou with a malicious snarl]
The PROPER term is "HENTAI" you uncultured SWINE!
[Over the sound of bitching, moaning and the loop of constipated groans, a fly could have farted. The peanut gallery hold their breath, nom on handfuls of popcorn, and adjust their kawaii penisu. Then there's the rumble of a chuckle, low and raspy, eventually rising to fill the room. Steadying himself with a foot in the air is all Badou can do to prevent himself from falling on his juicy badonkadonk. Fuck, these bastards were just...]
God DAMN you greasy fuckers are a riot. Calm your tits, a'ight? Ya'll are chronic masturbators together in harmony an all that. Believe in the fapper that believes in you an shutcher piehole or else Sakura-chan won't humor your knightly roleplaying tonight. No level ups. Not even any enchanted armor sheddin'. Nada.
[Either the peanut gallery is too horrified, confused or enlightened to continue. But everyone calms their tits. The guy sits back down, mouth slack, and the show goes on. Badou even breaks out another box of pocky and starts to stuff himself. Loudly.]
AWWWWW SHIT SON, THAT'S HIS COUSIN? What the fuck, this ain't Kentucky an I don't see anythin' fried, except some balls. What a rip off.
[The darkness isn't able to rid the world of Badou's splash of colorful hair or his colorful personality, unfortunately. He lounges smack dab in the middle of the creepy fray, one foot hooked onto the back of the chair in front of him, his hand in a box of pocky and his mouth flapping on. And on. And ON. He definitely isn't setting the squick-y and triumphant mood of the two relatives casual pillow talk (the wang counts as a pillow...sort of...) during their sticky festivities]
WILL YOU STOP DISTURBING YUUSUKE'S BROODING RELEASE?! [One of his fellow voyeur's hisses in outrage, ringing in shushes of agreement from the perv- artiiiists not engrossed with the travesty. Badou hisses back casually and gentlemanly]
Try to be discreet, ya fuckin' novice. Just gonna embarrass yourself, jesus. You can watch a porno of this shitty caliber an soap opera bullshit any day of the week. Especially sunday.
[That does it. As the moaning and grunting on-screen ensues and genitals appear to crackle, snap, pop, and gravitate into the air and "hussies" are exposed, one particular pornographic connoisseur rises from his seat and levels Badou with a malicious snarl]
The PROPER term is "HENTAI" you uncultured SWINE!
[Over the sound of bitching, moaning and the loop of constipated groans, a fly could have farted. The peanut gallery hold their breath, nom on handfuls of popcorn, and adjust their kawaii penisu. Then there's the rumble of a chuckle, low and raspy, eventually rising to fill the room. Steadying himself with a foot in the air is all Badou can do to prevent himself from falling on his juicy badonkadonk. Fuck, these bastards were just...]
God DAMN you greasy fuckers are a riot. Calm your tits, a'ight? Ya'll are chronic masturbators together in harmony an all that. Believe in the fapper that believes in you an shutcher piehole or else Sakura-chan won't humor your knightly roleplaying tonight. No level ups. Not even any enchanted armor sheddin'. Nada.
[Either the peanut gallery is too horrified, confused or enlightened to continue. But everyone calms their tits. The guy sits back down, mouth slack, and the show goes on. Badou even breaks out another box of pocky and starts to stuff himself. Loudly.]