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[medals]

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[medals]

yes baby, we're coming

[guitarpicks]

( he’s just snickering in response like the adult he is )

[medals]

smh

[guitarpicks]

u love me

be nice
i’m dead

[medals]

stop saying ur dead

[guitarpicks]

fine. i am alive but kinda technically dead

[otherbitches]

well. he's got you there!

[ sorry, jem! your other dead boyfriend understands thinking that part's... a little funny. ]

[medals]

sometimes i want to throttle u both

[guitarpicks]

wow, horny

[medals]

NOT horny

[guitarpicks]

i’m horny ( and very drunk by now )

[medals]

jfc we're almost there, do NOT go home with anyone >:(

cw: rude language about bodies

[otherbitches]

[ helpful: ] yeah. don't go home with anyone dog-faced. you'll regret it in the morning!

[guitarpicks]

i don’t want to go home with anyone else :(

u two are too pretty
best tits

[medals]

collectively???

[otherbitches]

[ on one hand: ] jesus christ

[ on the other: ] no. there's still a ranking. how's it feel being second place, jem? [ As they walk to town, he leans over and physically puffs on her ear. Annoying. ]

[guitarpicks]

( like he’s murmuring to himself a few times and very amused: ) pretty kitties, best titties

( then back to the matter at hand!!! ) HEY! i need my hands on both of you for an undetermined amount of time to make a final call

then you can be clamped for best titties ( now he’s picturing crown nipple clamps with tassels, you’re welcome )

[medals]

[Billy gets an elbow to the chest while she snorts, an audible: shut up before Eddie filters back in, along with the image -]

oh, cute! i don't know if we trust you with them while drunk, though babe

[guitarpicks]

u don’t trust me?

[medals]

not with nip clamps drunk

[guitarpicks]

we can do the crowning later

[medals]

okay baby

[guitarpicks]

where r u
r u lost
ARE YOU GONE
DONT LEAVE ME ( it'll get more nonsensical and panicked from here )