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thewrathofkaan) wrote2016-09-13 09:57 am
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Room 516, Tuesday Morning
Roscoe woke up to a long string of text messages from his grandpa that he tried responding to before he ultimately got bored trying and forgot about it. He was more interested in spending his day in other ways, like laying on his stomach with his tablet on his bed, browsing through online shoe stores.
Look, it was fall. He needed new boots. It was important.
He had a nicely creepy Halloween playlist playing in the background, getting him in that mood. Pumpkin spice and spooky scary songs and boot shopping, it was a whole thing.
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Look, it was fall. He needed new boots. It was important.
He had a nicely creepy Halloween playlist playing in the background, getting him in that mood. Pumpkin spice and spooky scary songs and boot shopping, it was a whole thing.
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Dante, don't share details like that just like that.
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"Okay, I don't wanna say I wouldn't even consider that, but at the same time I'd feel kinda weird about the squirrels watching."
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Sliiight TMI there, Roscoe.
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Dante snickered softly. "Never met anyone who had such high standards about public bathrooms," he said. TMI? What TMI? "Pretty sure the woods thing wasn't the roomie's thing, though."
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"Look, I'm just saying I don't wanna be wondering what's smeared on the walls in the middle of getting my dick sucked, you know? It kinda detracts from the experience. Just a personal thing," he said, grinning.
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"If you're wondering about the walls, someone isn't doing a good job," Dante said.