FANNING THE FLAMES -- P [DREM]

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FANNING THE FLAMES -- P [DREM] Nov 10, 2015 4:52:18 GMT

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Post by ran on Nov 10, 2015 4:52:18 GMT

^{NUCLAYUS.
well, wasn't this a lovely situation?

the human still seemed to be lying unconscious napping peacefully on the couch, so nuclayus was obviously mighty pleased with himself. especially because he wasn't actually the one to knock the guy out this time! knocking people out was pretty fun, he had to admit, but it was easier when someone else did it. no blood on his hands. literally.

see, nuclayus, being the perfectly innocent fish boy he's always been, happened to come across what appeared to be the corpse of a strange, fin-less being lying cold and still in an alley. and this made nuclayus, who was absolutely not experienced in any sort of criminalistic acts, grab ahold of his ankles and drag him back to the small house he called his own.

(it wasn't really his own, but the old owners were long gone by now. whoops.)

now he sits, fully clothed with the exception of bare feet, in the deep claw foot bathtub, with his legs propped up on the rim and hands leisurely flipping through the pages of a book he'd picked up somewhere. he didn't remember where, but it didn't matter. it wasn't that interesting, anyway.

....so when was that human to wake up? soon, hopefully. it was beginning to get a bit boring, and this 'encyclopedia' book wasn't helping.}

Last Edit: Nov 10, 2015 4:58:24 GMT by ran

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FANNING THE FLAMES -- P [DREM] Nov 11, 2015 1:54:45 GMT

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Post by rhodedendrem on Nov 11, 2015 1:54:45 GMT

As the atlantian was lazing about in his bathtub, a short and very confused human was slowly coming-to on a slightly damp couch. Well, everything in his environment was slightly damp, being the house of a fish-man. Nets and slightly gaudy anchor art hung from the walls, and the light fixture above was made out of an old-fashioned ship's wheel, which gave the room a dim glow. Unfortunately, the human was a little too concussed to observe all of this, and most of what he observed was an awful headache-at least at first.
Holy-ugh. Patrick (who you should know it is by now, Andi would never have gotten herself in this shape) muttered to himself, disgruntled. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
Blinking heavily, even at the surprisingly dim lighting, the human began addressing his condition. Based on the god awful headache that was bordering on a migraine, as well as the aversion to light, and his less than sunshiney disposition, the student guessed he was concussed. Must be from hitting the ~~cold hard~~ ground the night befo-
Wait.
Where was he now then?
Holy shit its where stereotypical sailors go to die. The man utters to himself, looking around before attempting to-
FREAKING BALLS WHAT THE ACTUAL

Ok.
So, it seemed that he had forgotten that the Peacock-Asshole had hit him in the gut. Add cracked rib to possible injuries. And where were his glasses??
Ugggggggh

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FANNING THE FLAMES -- P [DREM] Nov 11, 2015 3:24:47 GMT

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Post by ran on Nov 11, 2015 3:24:47 GMT

^{NUCLAYUS.
so, sleeping beauty had awoken. finally.

yawning lazily, the atlantian stretches his arms before yanking the stopper from the drain and gripping the rim of the bath to pull himself out of the tub. time to mess with this poor soul. he was a human, after all; that meant he deserved anything the boy could throw at him. plus, it was sure to provide more entertainment than that pitiful book. who wanted to read mind-numbingly boring facts about narwhals anyways? he shouldn't have grabbed the n volume just because his own name started with n. lesson learned.

chuckling, nuclayus leans against the bathroom's door frame. "woahh good morning princess. i heard you moaning and groaning and figured it was for me," he hisses, crossing thin arms over his chest. seeing as he had no actual friends or hobbies, nuc had been concocting the perfect response to the other man's awakening for the past four and a half hours. at least he was ready now.

narrowing his brows, the fishboy's exhausted expression morphs into a sly smirk. absolutely deadly. "last night was a lot of fun, hm? i'm pretty fuckin' tired. how about you?"

to an innocent, oblivious bystander, this would sound rather discouraging. to patrick, it would likely sound disturbing. but to nuclayus, it was perfect. an equal balance of all the things that tended to get on peoples' nerves. he was a god damn genius and nobody could change his mind.

you go, nuc.}

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FANNING THE FLAMES -- P [DREM] Nov 16, 2015 6:39:07 GMT via mobile

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Post by rhodedendrem on Nov 16, 2015 6:39:07 GMT

Patrick was not impressed, first of all. Well. This guy was sort of hot in a fish wa-

Fuck the guy was a fish.

Somewhere through the half coherent thoughts all bumping together in his brain, a part of Patrick thought that, hey, at least there was a good reason for the guy's cheesy decor.

The other (dominant) part of his brain said; waitwaitwait back up, what did prince salmon just say?

For a second, that really threw him for a loop, because he was seventeen, he shouldn't be going home with random sort of hot fish people. And wasn't he passed out in an-

Oh.

So the guy was a douche fish man.

Awful. Also, you're an asshole, and I would be questioning your motives and reliability more if I could talk without dying a little. Patrick frowned, his words coming out slightly slower as he made an effort to pronounce them correctly with this damned concussion. Can I trust you not to murder me in my concussed state? Dots may or may not be appearing at the edges of Patrick's vision as he slowly sits up and takes a close look as possible at the DFM (douche fish man) without his glasses.

Last Edit: Nov 16, 2015 6:40:42 GMT by rhodedendrem

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