#chadfic

“Looks like the only ten you’ll be hanging will be the ten years you’ll be hanging out behind bars, dude.” 

Fox sighed, holding a cup of caf that read ‘I kicked palps out of a window and all I got was this stupid mug’. 

“you have fantastic abs bro and the world deserves to see them, but I don’t think you’ll be let in if you don’t at least put some pants on.”

“What I do at Spalmart,” Fox leveled a threatening finger at Cody. “Is none of your goddamn business.”

“Why the FUCK is my office covered in sticky notes, Cody?”

After five-ish to ten minutes, even possibly fifteen (Chad didn’t own a watch)

Twenty minutes later (or possible thirty Chad hadn’t somehow acquired a watch between the last dare and this one)