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[ â ] â â Letâs go check out some fuckinâ tits. â
It wasnât even some kind of invitation-- just some simpler way of saying if you donât come with me, Iâll rip you a new asshole, but since Haydn was never really one who kept up with his threats (an amateur bad boy, nothing more), he had decided on never divulging them. And who knew? Perhaps Jasper had the strength to fly-kick the poor boyâs head off! Dying at the hands of a MALE definitely wasnât what he wished for. Maybe if Jasper would have long hair, and boobs, no dick, smoother hands, better butt-- maybe. His face was alright, though Haydn would NEVER admit to that. Ew! So cue the âno-homoâ thought, repeated over and over again just to be completely certain that the last grain of homo-ness had left his body.
They werenât the BESTEST of friends, although being roommates had given way to discovering each otherâs sweet little secrets. Like, for example, the number of times Haydn had been caught red-handed (dick-handed? ha!) emptying his YOGURT SLINGER. You know, some sweet little secrets. Their conversations always turned around Haydn asking for homework answers, or trying to convince the other of writing his essays, or if he wanted to watch porn together (albeit that had been asked once, it had been a pretty sticky memory)-- nothing really exceptional.
Maybe this was Haydnâs idea of growing closer? Duh! He had nothing to lose, now that he was away from his family, from girls, from normal people. He just had to spread his aura and engulf more people in it, is all! No better way than to bond over a late Sunday night SIGHTSEEING. Haydn was already standing beside their door, foot tapping to hopefully annoy and convince his roommate. It was a long way to the girlsâ dorm (or in Haydnâs words: titsville), and if they werenât leaving RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY, there would be nothing to see. N o t h i n g.
â Come o~n, Bible Boy! Yaâ shouldnât even be hesitating.
Itâs BOOBSÂ for fuckâs sake, we ainât gonna pump Satanâs cock! â