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Post by OCTOBER 02-1B on Jan 31, 2013 22:17:40 GMT -6
*He was bored. real bored. And what did that mean? It was time for him to harass Felix again. He almost felt bad for the guy, seeing the hateful and bitter little asshole the Underling had become. But really, he wasn't much better himself. And he just couldn't be asked to give a damn. So torment and bug him he would do.*
*Arrives at Felix's place that evening with a six pack of beer, banging loudly on the door.* "Aye, Felix ya' antisocial shit, lemme in. I got beers." *says with a grin. |
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Post by FELIX 03-1B on Jan 31, 2013 23:43:21 GMT -6
*Well that certainly made the two of them. Because there he was playing with his fucking cat while messing with log cabin building logs. I shit you not. He had weird hobbies. Forever weird hobbies. But he figured maybe one day he would find one that made him less fucking miserable. Sometimes he knew better. Useless. He didn't know how not to be miserable. Could barely remember the days where he wasn't.*
*And being the "antisocial shit" he was, he was hardly expecting the company. So when he heard the bang on the door both him and his poor little cat jumped out their skins before Felix cursed under his breath. Cursed double time upon hearing it was October. Mother fucker would not let him live this down. Logs were tossed into the box in a rather hurried fashion before he kicked the box under his desk then hurried for the door.* "You know, I think I'm rather smart enough to not let the big bad wolf in."
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Post by OCTOBER 02-1B on Feb 1, 2013 2:07:44 GMT -6
*Gives a scowl at the other's words and kicks the door huffily.* "C'mon man! Open the damn door! Ya' want a fuckin' beer or not? It ain't the cheap shit either!" *kicks the door again. Damn it, he knew he should have stolen Felix's house key to make a copy before. Then the motherfucker would never be able to avoid him. Hmph.* |
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Post by FELIX 03-1B on Feb 6, 2013 12:32:10 GMT -6
"Beer tastes like shit man. I keep telling you that." He tosses back crossing his arms as that smirk becomes more solid on his features. Snickering as his door is kicked a second time around. "Hey hey bub. Break my fucking door and I'm going to break your fucking face. Might turn out to be a improvement for you however."
"Maybe you should say pretty pretty please with a cherry on top. This is why the three little pigs did not left the huffy puffy wolf in you know. Bad attitude problem."
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