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singillatim2025-12-29 03:23 pm
micycle) wrote in singillatim2025-12-29 03:23 pm
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[closed] they're good dogs eddie
Who: Mike micycle and Eddie satanicpanics
What: The Gang Gets Stoned with a Dog
When: Late December
Where: Hideous boy dwelling
Content Warnings: recreational drug use
So I picked the pizza back up, and I was like- [A pause. A breath in - hold, one, two - and a breath out, blowing a controlled puff in the fire's direction. He leans over, offering the joint back out.] I was like, "Hey, I need to run home," and she was like, "Dude you're the Assistant Manager, you can do whatever you want." So I hauled ass back home, and I took the pizza, and I was, like, fully expecting something to have eaten Steve again.
[The dog wriggles in his lap, letting out a brief yap. Mike wonders for a moment if he recognizes the name, or if maybe he just wants more deer jerky from off the table.]
But- [Okay, where was he?] But, so I got home and this dude was just, like, there.
[A bit of an anticlimactic ending to a story that started with Eddie asking where the dog came from, and first proceeded into an explanation of Mike's old pizza job and the mechanics of text messaging. All necessary background information, of course. He was at his pizza job, and Will texted him freaking out.
What part of that isn't a perfectly satisfying answer about where he got Frodo?]
micycle and Eddie satanicpanicsWhat: The Gang Gets Stoned with a Dog
When: Late December
Where: Hideous boy dwelling
Content Warnings: recreational drug use
So I picked the pizza back up, and I was like- [A pause. A breath in - hold, one, two - and a breath out, blowing a controlled puff in the fire's direction. He leans over, offering the joint back out.] I was like, "Hey, I need to run home," and she was like, "Dude you're the Assistant Manager, you can do whatever you want." So I hauled ass back home, and I took the pizza, and I was, like, fully expecting something to have eaten Steve again.
[The dog wriggles in his lap, letting out a brief yap. Mike wonders for a moment if he recognizes the name, or if maybe he just wants more deer jerky from off the table.]
But- [Okay, where was he?] But, so I got home and this dude was just, like, there.
[A bit of an anticlimactic ending to a story that started with Eddie asking where the dog came from, and first proceeded into an explanation of Mike's old pizza job and the mechanics of text messaging. All necessary background information, of course. He was at his pizza job, and Will texted him freaking out.
What part of that isn't a perfectly satisfying answer about where he got Frodo?]