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âI wasnât wheezing, you ass!â Landon snorted, reaching out to lightly smack Antonâs shoulder. Anton was a button pusher, and Landon liked that. It made him fun to talk to, precisely because he was such a wildcard. âWell, I donât have heart boxers. Although we wonât talk about my pizza slice boxers. Those are pretty great, okay?â Landon had a few fun pairs of underwear, but most of his drawers were really just dark, solid colored boxer briefs.
The subject shifted to their respective job hunts, and he frowned slightly when Anton said he only knew how to pretend to be scary. He gave it a little bit of thought before speaking up again. âYou seem like the kind of person to be your own boss. You ever thought about opening some kind of business for yourself?â he asked curiously. âWhat are some of the things you like to do, or just generally have a passion for? There has to be at least one thing.â
âSoundinâ like you been fightinâ that lung shit, eczema or whatever itâs called,â he knows, vaguely, of what itâs called but mostly didnât care in the moment to differentiate between eczema and emphysema. âI see nothinâ,â he tells him, hands over his eyes, but not covering, grin at his lips. âI guess I own a few, when itâs too hot I just hang out in them, because God fugginâ knows I ainât hanging out in my apartment, my balls sticking to everything when I sit down.â But he hadnât experienced a Californian summer yet, but knew enough warm holiday trips to figure out what was in store for the future.
He didnât count himself as scary, he had a weird thorny wall but didnât actually like to hurt people, just didnât know how to be a normal person. He always jacked things up to ten. âI could be a porn star,â he says, but it wasnât a serious answer, he just doesnât know. but itâs been something thatâs been on his mind a lot.











