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- >Wake up staring at the ceiling.
- >Spear's eyes are covered by his blonde bangs and his chin somehow rests on my lap as he snoozes.
- >I can't believe he slept through what happened a few minutes ago.
- >Fizzle got back from his trip this morning and found out from someone that I was with Spear.
- >His cheeks were puffed out with indignation, like he didn't know how to make a proper angry face.
- >Spear got shoved onto the couch, still snoring away. He's a heavy sleeper- always has been.
- >I cross my arms and wait for whatever it was that he was going to say.
- >Fizzle bites his lip for a moment before sounding rather loud and upset, "I can't believe you! H-how could you help another bro!!!"
- >"What?" I ask expectantly.
- >My assertiveness, as it always tends to, throws him off. He's still trying to be mad though, "D-don't...t-try to do your mindtricks on me!" He points accusingly.
- >"Mindtricks?" Raise a brow at him, "Shit, Fizz, you got the wrong guy."
- >Not that I wasn't covered in the scent of sex with the stoner napping on the couch.
- >"I was only going to be gone for a few days, couldn't you wait?" he insists, looking for some kinda sympathy.
- >Sorry Fizz, I'm just not that kinda guy, "Look, Fizz, I got blueballs ok? Whatever happened to bros helping bros?"
- >I motion to Spear, who's still out cold, "He's a bro, huh? Wouldn'tchya help him?"
- >His pink spines perk up at this subject-changing question and his face reddens as he looks over to the purple form snoozing on the couch, "B-but I don't even know him!!"
- >"Wanna get to know him?" I step closer confidently and smirk as my tail snakes about behind me, "He's a pretty cool dude and he's got some wicked shit he could show us."
- >Rest my hands on his hips with a tight grip and pull him closer.
- >I can see it in his eyes; he can't resist.
- >"G-Garble...I'm st-still mad!" He insists, but he presses closer without even realizing it.
- >I smirk at this cute little display, "You're not sounding mad to me, bro. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanna know what it's like to help more than just one bro."
- >"B-b-b-b-b-but," he wiggles away from me, timidly curling his his claws up to his chest. There is a constant fidget as he asks, "W-wouldn't...more bros like...turn up the homo...o-or something?"
- >Man, Fizz really is like the not-dragon of dragons.
- >Guess that's why it's me trying to add to my 'hoard' and not him.
- >Here I am arguing no-homo with the biggest homo of us all.
- >Well, barring Spear maybe, I think as I glance back at him.
- >I think I stopped caring about this homo thing a lot quicker than Fizz did.
- >Fuck it, my dick hasn't been this happy in ages.
- >Besides, dragons are supposed to be greedy- like I said.
- >"Turn up the homo?" I shake my head and roll my eyes, "No, Fizz. Having another bro around is like having a witness at a wedding. It just makes all the bro-help even more legit."
- >Garble, you glorious word-bastard.
- >His cheeks puff up indignantly, "Are you sure?"
- >"Shit, do you want me to spell it out for you?" Flare my wings up dominantly, "YES, Fizz. I'm sure as hell!"
- >He winces some at the dominant display and my forceful voice.
- >Those little claws of his fidget against one another unsurely, "But I...don't even really know him..."
- >Glance back at the snoozing Spear, his tail flopped over and his butt showing for all the world to see.
- >And what a nice sight.
- >Fizzle seems to be a little transfixed when I step out of the way.
- >I think I might be on to something here.
- >"Well, then I'll letchya get to know him," Go over and start shaking Spear roughly, "Dude, get up, we got a guest!"
- >He just ragdolls around, the shaking ineffectual.
- >Fuck, how deep of a sleep does that shit put him in?
- >Fizzle's brows crease unsurely, "Uhm...is he...okay?"
- >"He's fine," I drop him and he just crashes back to the couch cushions, "He's just tired from all the bro help I gave him last night."
- >I smirk and Fizz goes red.
- >Yeah, I got him to imagine it.
- >"W-well, wh-what do we do?" he asks, holding his tail in his clenching hands again.
- >"We're gonna have to wait for him to wake up, I guess," glance back at Spear again. Wish I could sleep that fuckin peacefully right now.
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