(...Yeah....I tried to write this.. but then I got stuck, so I wrote a lame ass ending. I honestly don't remember what brought upon me writing this. I seriously don't. xDD. So yeah, some mild language, sensitive topics (I think, barely remember) and yeah,
read at your own risk.)
“Koko, I am sick and tired of coming home every day to another freaking baby!” Ivan stormed into the house, ignoring the fapping sound the door made upon opening. It was a bit rusty, most likely needed some oil to lubricate it back up. In her hand was an infant crying its head off. The angry Half-Russian-Half-Italian woman apparently did not care for the welfare of the child, seeing as how she had an iron grip on the baby’s neck. Her arms swayed back and forth angrily as she stomped past the living room and dining room into the kitchen. The baby continued to cry as its mother opened the door leading to the basement, then chucked the babbling body down the stairs. Slamming the door behind it, the volcano-like woman turned around to face the Texican --Texan slash Mexican-- woman who was sitting upon the island, vodka bottle in hand, appearing to be flat out drunk.
“Whuzzat?” The other girl mumbled as she was slapped on the head by her partner, Ivan. Groggy chocolate eyes met dark blue ones. A drunken smile replaced the look of confusion, and the Texican tried to wrap her arms around the smaller, flat-chested, woman. “Ivaaan, my looove, you’ve returned to me!” She slurred, only to be shoved away by the other.
“Koko,” Ivan addressed the drunken Mexican, “You’ve got to start using protection when we have wild steamy romps in bed!”
“But condoms don’t make it feel as good…” Koko pouted, which made her partner groan in frustration.
“Yeah, but if you won’t use condoms, you don’t get to top anymore.” That statement made Koko’s face drop in shock. Instantly, a long line of pleads for forgiveness erupted. Rolling her eyes in response, Ivan ignored her significant other. She then left the kitchen, leaving behind the Texican who continued to drown her sorrows in vodka, imported specifically from Russia. The two knew very well later that night, they’d be in bed shagging like rabbits.
Ivan then entered the living room. On the huge plasma screen hanging up on the wall, there was Rainbow playing nonstop. The anime was quite disturbing at some parts, like with the pedophile rapist of a doctor, and the ‘douche bag’ of a prison guard. Having the anime playing nonstop aggravated the other house members to no end. Mostly because Ivan and another member constantly forced them to watch the amazing show.
This time, the dark blonde ignored the television and had her attention on the lump that was asleep on the couch. Cautiously she walked over to the body, poking it as she got close. There was no response. It looked as if the body wasn’t breathing. That made Ivan wonder, “Is she even alive?” Once again she nudged the lump. Immediately, the body shot up, eyes open with newfound awake-ness.
“Sorry, I died,” the other girl said, rubbing her head as a sweat dropped from her forehead. Shaking her head, Ivan sat down next to the other.
“It’s fine Rose,” she addressed to her friend, “So, what’re you doing?” It was obvious Rose was playing her new game, Re:Coded, but it was the casual conversation starter. It was either talk to the Roxas cosplayer, or go back into the kitchen with Koko. The latter option was barely an option.
“I was playing Coded - I MEANT THE GAME!” At that statement, Ivan couldn’t help but laugh. Rose refused to say “Re:Coded,” so whenever she was talking about said game, other people assume she was talking about another house member, who was named Coded. If it was used in the ‘right’ sentence, it could turn out to be quite amusing. After the laughs died out, Rose continued. “But now I’m going to watch some AkuRoku por- I mean recreational movies.” And with that, Rose reached over to grab her laptop.
Ivan rolled her eyes, but that was the norm. If one wasn’t doing the house work --which one usually wasn’t-- then they were doing their normal, daily activities. Most of it usually involved anime, video games, or reading raunchy fanfics/manga. Because of that, the house smelled like vaginal fluids, and of overly used condoms.
“Just try and keep the fangasms down to a minimum this time, ‘kay?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Rose waved her hand to shoo her away. Ivan huffed, then left the couch. She folded her arms across her chest and stood with her back to the AkuRoku fan girl.
“I’ll just go find someone else that loves me. I mean, seeing as you don’t anymore…” Ivan pouted.
Rose’s eyes widened before trying to reach out to the other. “You know I was kidding. I laaaahv you!”
“Oh, I know.” Without her knowing, Ivan hid the tape recorder she hid in her hand. “Solid proof,” she thought. Now no one could deny that someone loved her. That was just the thing: she needed attention twenty-four hours a day. Koko only loved her for the sex, and the others just because she was just that awesome. In her mind anyways. Hey, she needed attention twenty-four hours a day.
Before Ivan could say anything more, Rose went back to watching her sex-filled cosplay videos. But before she left, she picked up a can of Febreeze spray and squirted some of the freshener in the air. The room stank like some stripper club.
AND THEN AFTER IVAN WENT AROUND THE HOUSE SEEING THE STUPID HIJINKS OF HER FRIENDS. THEN THE HOUSE STARTED TO MOVE AND SHAKE AS LEGS WERE SHOVED INTO THE BUILDING. TURNS OUT THE BUILDING WERE PANTS. SPECIFICALLY: CELLA DOOR’S PANTS.
(...Yeah....I tried to write this.. but then I got stuck, so I wrote a lame ass ending. I honestly don't remember what brought upon me writing this. I seriously don't. xDD. So yeah, some mild language, sensitive topics (I think, barely remember) and yeah,
read at your own risk.)
“Koko, I am sick and tired of coming home every day to another freaking baby!” Ivan stormed into the house, ignoring the fapping sound the door made upon opening. It was a bit rusty, most likely needed some oil to lubricate it back up. In her hand was an infant crying its head off. The angry Half-Russian-Half-Italian woman apparently did not care for the welfare of the child, seeing as how she had an iron grip on the baby’s neck. Her arms swayed back and forth angrily as she stomped past the living room and dining room into the kitchen. The baby continued to cry as its mother opened the door leading to the basement, then chucked the babbling body down the stairs. Slamming the door behind it, the volcano-like woman turned around to face the Texican --Texan slash Mexican-- woman who was sitting upon the island, vodka bottle in hand, appearing to be flat out drunk.
“Whuzzat?” The other girl mumbled as she was slapped on the head by her partner, Ivan. Groggy chocolate eyes met dark blue ones. A drunken smile replaced the look of confusion, and the Texican tried to wrap her arms around the smaller, flat-chested, woman. “Ivaaan, my looove, you’ve returned to me!” She slurred, only to be shoved away by the other.
“Koko,” Ivan addressed the drunken Mexican, “You’ve got to start using protection when we have wild steamy romps in bed!”
“But condoms don’t make it feel as good…” Koko pouted, which made her partner groan in frustration.
“Yeah, but if you won’t use condoms, you don’t get to top anymore.” That statement made Koko’s face drop in shock. Instantly, a long line of pleads for forgiveness erupted. Rolling her eyes in response, Ivan ignored her significant other. She then left the kitchen, leaving behind the Texican who continued to drown her sorrows in vodka, imported specifically from Russia. The two knew very well later that night, they’d be in bed shagging like rabbits.
Ivan then entered the living room. On the huge plasma screen hanging up on the wall, there was Rainbow playing nonstop. The anime was quite disturbing at some parts, like with the pedophile rapist of a doctor, and the ‘douche bag’ of a prison guard. Having the anime playing nonstop aggravated the other house members to no end. Mostly because Ivan and another member constantly forced them to watch the amazing show.
This time, the dark blonde ignored the television and had her attention on the lump that was asleep on the couch. Cautiously she walked over to the body, poking it as she got close. There was no response. It looked as if the body wasn’t breathing. That made Ivan wonder, “Is she even alive?” Once again she nudged the lump. Immediately, the body shot up, eyes open with newfound awake-ness.
“Sorry, I died,” the other girl said, rubbing her head as a sweat dropped from her forehead. Shaking her head, Ivan sat down next to the other.
“It’s fine Rose,” she addressed to her friend, “So, what’re you doing?” It was obvious Rose was playing her new game, Re:Coded, but it was the casual conversation starter. It was either talk to the Roxas cosplayer, or go back into the kitchen with Koko. The latter option was barely an option.
“I was playing Coded - I MEANT THE GAME!” At that statement, Ivan couldn’t help but laugh. Rose refused to say “Re:Coded,” so whenever she was talking about said game, other people assume she was talking about another house member, who was named Coded. If it was used in the ‘right’ sentence, it could turn out to be quite amusing. After the laughs died out, Rose continued. “But now I’m going to watch some AkuRoku por- I mean recreational movies.” And with that, Rose reached over to grab her laptop.
Ivan rolled her eyes, but that was the norm. If one wasn’t doing the house work --which one usually wasn’t-- then they were doing their normal, daily activities. Most of it usually involved anime, video games, or reading raunchy fanfics/manga. Because of that, the house smelled like vaginal fluids, and of overly used condoms.
“Just try and keep the fangasms down to a minimum this time, ‘kay?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Rose waved her hand to shoo her away. Ivan huffed, then left the couch. She folded her arms across her chest and stood with her back to the AkuRoku fan girl.
“I’ll just go find someone else that loves me. I mean, seeing as you don’t anymore…” Ivan pouted.
Rose’s eyes widened before trying to reach out to the other. “You know I was kidding. I laaaahv you!”
“Oh, I know.” Without her knowing, Ivan hid the tape recorder she hid in her hand. “Solid proof,” she thought. Now no one could deny that someone loved her. That was just the thing: she needed attention twenty-four hours a day. Koko only loved her for the sex, and the others just because she was just that awesome. In her mind anyways. Hey, she needed attention twenty-four hours a day.
Before Ivan could say anything more, Rose went back to watching her sex-filled cosplay videos. But before she left, she picked up a can of Febreeze spray and squirted some of the freshener in the air. The room stank like some stripper club.
AND THEN AFTER IVAN WENT AROUND THE HOUSE SEEING THE STUPID HIJINKS OF HER FRIENDS. THEN THE HOUSE STARTED TO MOVE AND SHAKE AS LEGS WERE SHOVED INTO THE BUILDING. TURNS OUT THE BUILDING WERE PANTS. SPECIFICALLY: CELLA DOOR’S PANTS.
THE END.
HoNk.