Noble Priest

       “You motherfucker," Severa clenches her fist, driving it into Brady’s jaw the moment she feels felt pen cross her cheek. She scrambles away from the others on the couch, muttering threats of castration under her breath.

"Aw shit what the fuck was that for???" He couldn't hit her back, but damn, did that hurt.

   “Do you have a death wish??”

"Yeah, kinda" Brady muttered as he quickly went in for the kill, an imminent dick on Severa's face.

[❂] — “My braaaaand!”

"I guess now your brand is kind of... fucked, huh Owain?"

      >Finishing her masterpiece off with a pink sharpie mustache, Severa admired her work. The juxtaposition of the crudely drawn penis against Inigo’s pale skin created a contrast that mirrored the human condition, she thought. Yes, she hoped the others would see the beauty of it. What was a cock if not a representation of the vulgar society they grew up in? What was a hairy ballsack if not a symbol of the universe and its growing state of disorder? It was so simple, yet so deep.

With a determined face, Brady puts his all into the dicks he begins to draw all over Owain’s arm. However, the true icing on the cake was the way Brady artfully crafted Owain’s brand into a vagina.

  “Way ahead of you,” she laughs.

"Hell yea, hand me a pen!"

"Are Owain and Inigo sleepin’?"

" …. We’re…. watching… with our eyes closed"

   ＞ “Isaw a sharpie laying around on a desk. Any ideas spring to mind?” A mischievous wink among partners in crime. 

"Dicks. So many dicks." He turned to Severa, his other partner in crime. "Ya want in?"