Hip-hop gets a man

>Be Hip-hop Woomy
>kicking it by Sean’s cart with Weeb
>She’s talking about some new anime or something
>Don’t really care
>Too focused on the few couples I see
>Like that Schoolgirl over there
>being felt up by a woomy in a military beret
>atleast I think it’s a military beret
>why is the pin a penis though?
>and then there’s the oblivious one
>wearing a trucker hat
>eating a schwaffle
>sandwiched between the resident gigolo and milk-deliverywoomy
>my cod the tension there could choke a cohock
>then there’s the overly sappy green ones
>just watching them share a shake is making me ill
>can’t forget the street artist in the corner
>currently serenading the most stacked woomy I’ve ever seen
>oh hastur, please just give me a yebby to call my own
>oh shit
>spaced out again
>Weeb is talking to someone
>some yebby with a camera
>they seem to be hitting it off
>talking about work
>wait
>he keeps shooting glances my way
>particularly my squib feeders
>praise be Hastur
>lean forward
>bring my arms together slightly
>oh he’s definitely looking
>mentions needing a model
>Weeb is looking flustered
>Time to step in
>get up
>sashay around Weeb
>Hand on his shoulder
>Lean in
>With the husky whisper
>”I can be your model”
>pull back
>the pink tint of his cheeks makes him look adorable
>Lick my finger to get some ink on it
>take his hand and write my number on it
>add a heart
>Just to get the point across
>he’s stammering now
>says he has to get back to work
>shoot him a wink as he leaves
>collapse on the table once he’s gone
>legs are complete jelly
>my heart is attempting to tunnel out my chest
>Cthulhu Fhtagn I almost inked myself
>Weeb pats my head
>she’s proud I managed to not embarrass myself
>she asks if I need a piggyback home
>turn into a squid so she can carry me home