IC Continuation

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*continued from here*

.....he's going to have a lot of questions for you when you get home. Sorry.

Comments

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Take a joke, take a joke!

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

I actually tried putting him on top and he didn't get it. He's fucking retarded about everything. But I can top, okay, I'm a man!

[dickpunchingarsonist]

You two are special little snowflakes, aren't you?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Whaaaaaaaat?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

I'm just saying neither of you could top your way out of a paper bag. It's the blind leading the blind!

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

I can top him easy, and I could top you too!

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Oh yeah? Easy, huh? Alright then, top me! Let's see it.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[o is that a tree? TREES]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

....well?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

. . .

[just. steps back and facepalms a little] That face, dammit . . .

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Sorry, is this one better?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

It's too late now, dammit! I can't do it because you--you look so bored, it's like nothing I do will feel good, I'll just make an ass of myself. It makes more sense for you to, uh, top because you can get me going a lot easier than I can get you going.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

So basically, you can't top to save your life.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

I could do it if you were into it! You like being in charge better, right?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Being in charge is the only way to go! Come on, I'll give you a chance. Let's see you top.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

I'll do it when you least expect it, Angel~

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Sureeeeee. Can't you just admit you can't top?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't like it!!

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Says who?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Because it's weird when I do it. Fine, whatever, I can't do it, fine.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*great, now I feel like a dick :| draping on*

No, I'm just being a dick and teasing.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

You are a dick! [tugging on the braid] It's just a totally different thing and I can't imagine doing it with you--maybe if I wasn't thinking about it much, like that time I bit you, I would've done it then but I thought you'd get pissed . . .

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*allows the tugging, even reaching up to tug back on Devit's hair* I know I'm a dick, sheesh. I admitted it, what more do you want?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

A sandwich?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Fine, deal. *huffs and drags into the kitchen*