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SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN- MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE He wasn't a faggot. Nope, absolutely not. If anything, he was the most manliest man on both Earth and the moon, always getting laid by hot chicks with big titties and virgin coochies he could absolutely wreck... Or that's what most people thought.He wasn't a faggot. Nope, absolutely not. If anything, he was the most manliest man in both the earth and the moon, he was always getting laid by hot chicks with big titties and virgin coochies he could absolutely wreck... Or that's what most people thought.
Today, he was feeling particularly miserable for some reason, slumped against the armrest of the worn out couch of the house he shared with Ignignokt and another roommate. Ignignokt was out so he assumed he had the house to himself, an empty bottle of cheap beer in his hand dangling from the couch as he mindlessly watched whatever stupid human bullshit was on TV, not really paying attention since the television programming on the moon was far superior to earth's.
He was beginning to fall asleep before suddenly feeling someone sitting besides him — it was his other roommate.
"........ Jeez, man."
He muttered under his breath as he glanced at his roommate. Normally, he would've already insulted the other man in 30 different languages, but he didn't feel like doing that right now, for some odd reason.
"I... I thought you were out with Ignignokt..."
He murmured as he looked away at the floor, feeling awkward all of a sudden.
"A-Anyways... Did you have a good sleep?"
He asked as he placed the empty beer bottle on the small coffee table in front of them. Why the fuck was he making small talk with this other fucking moron? He didn't really want to put much thought into it, it's not like he could backpedal now.
