[13] VIRTUAL KISSES AREN'T OKAY EITHER.

[dekillerqueen]

Miss Harumi Fujiyoshi.

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[material_guy]

Iya, like I was saying, I'd need to go ask the boys about that if you want the full recipe on that one...

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

Go.

[material_guy]

You go pick up the monk's friend and drop her off while I'm doin' that!

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

... Very well.

But depending on what you report to me afterwards... You may never see my help again.

[material_guy]

....Haaa?

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

What I mean is that this may very well be the last straw.

[material_guy]

Oh, come on this's nowhere near the worst thing I've ever done to you!

1/2

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

That remains to be seen. After all, you said you did not remember.

I need icon space! ;_;

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

... Although... yes, that time when you fondled me comes close.

[material_guy]

Exactly. If you're gonna get pissed off, get pissed off that I bothered to shower in yer body, instead, not at a little Prosecutor Sandwich in a bar at like two in the morning...

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

Well, showering... Showering would be a grey area, I suppose...

[material_guy]

Grey? Grey?

What, you wanted me to just stay dirty? You're pissed about making a Prosecutor Sandwich, when nothin' even went in your mouth, but it's about as okay if I sit around and let you get stinky as it is if I wash you off real quick? Yer health standards are really damn hard to keep up with...

A shower oughtta be one of those snow white areas.

Which means that the sandwich should be nothing. Clear. Invisible! Not even white, much less black or some kinda last straw!

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

Please, might we be able to discuss something other than you and my naked body?!

[material_guy]

Fine. I'll go get the recipe tot hat sandwich. You go give the girl a lift.

Later

[material_guy]

We got it. Mostly. I think. We were all kinda drunk.

It was tuna, since we didn't have catfish, chocolate, mustard, dill pickles, and lemon sherbet, between a slice of soda bread with a poppy seed bun for the top.

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

... And there was no bodily contact.

[material_guy]

I might'a bumped into some guys while we were making it...? I mean, six guys all crowded around one sandwich, it's gonna get a little... I mean, hell, I'm sure I bumped a lot of people, but yer not allergic to contact or anything...

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

...

[Hmm. Maybe he was needlessly worried!]

[material_guy]

Or are you too good to touch my guys, now?

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

That is not at all what I meant.

My apologies, Mister Greed.

[material_guy]

I was messin' with you anyway. Now let's go Tan some butter and spank some goldfish!

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

... Excuse me?

[material_guy]

Tanabata. They got a game where you catch fish in a net that melts in water or something. The trick is to spank the fish into a cup instead of scooping them, someone told me.

[killerbaseball.livejournal.com]

... Ah.

Well, I have no intent to participate in the celebrations.

[material_guy]

Fine, fine. We'll just throw back some drinks and look around. Yer more the wallflower type, anyway.