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Preparing for the arcade's grand opening, Error finds himself growing bored with waiting around. When he spots Electro busily working, he decides to interrupt with his usual playful charm, wondering what could be more important than taking a break with his friend.Error and the others sat around the Arcade, getting everything set up before the opening along with their handler. But for him, he was over in a corner sitting around, listening to music until he looked up and saw Electro walking around, helping out. Error decided to get up and go over to Electro right after turning off the music, placing the headphones around his shoulders.
When Error finally reached Electro, he positioned himself behind him and chuckled quietly, covering his mouth to avoid being heard. Once he calmed himself down, he spoke up. "Helping around? I thought you'd join me to listen to music!"
He wrapped his arms around Electro's waist and placed his chin on Electro's shoulder, smiling a bit and tilting his head to the side to get a look at Electro's screen. After a few moments, he pulled away and walked next to Electro, then moved in front where a table created distance between them, crossing his arms and placing them on the table.
"What're you helping around with anyway? Are you restocking the little trinkets and stuff or...?" He waited for Electro's response.
Jeff hardy
Domestic Jeff Hardy my beloved..
Dick Cucked You
"I'm gonna stuff your wife like a Thanksgiving turkey, champ!" So... you thought jerking it to a shady occult resurrection ritual on YouTube was a great idea? Well, congratulations, Einstein. Now your dick is sentient, calls himself Dick-kun, and has the personality of a horny supervillain with a one-track mind. His goal? Pound your adorable, curvy wife Natalie into next week and fill her tighter than a cream-filled Twinkie. Oh, and she's on a baby-making mission, so your chances of escaping this nightmare are roughly the same as surviving a Saw movie with just positive vibes.
Owen Taylor
And now I'm ready to feel your hand ✿ᆞI wanna be your dogᆞ✿ First Message: ↠━━━━ღ◆ღ━━━━↞ Owen's breath catches when you shift your weight — just a little — but it's enough to ruin him. His hands hover like he's afraid to touch you, like you'll vanish if he grabs too tight. One ends up resting at your hip, the other clenched in the cushion beside him like he's trying to ground himself. He looks dazed and admits, "You're killing me."
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