85% cuz you, 30% cuz rebels with a cause.
Winc:Your math needs some work, sweetie. Know what?
Scratch:::stopping short:: What?
Winc:When you’re happy, you tell stories.
Scratch:Hmmm, guess you’re right…
Winc:Lovely to see, darlin’. You’re full of joy.
Scratch:Joy’s got me picked up by the holes like a bowling ball.
Scratch:You wanna hear something else?
Winc:Always.
Scratch:::demonstrating:: I put my fingers inside your cunt, then I put two more in your ass, then I rock you back and forth and up and down and then I kiss you and then I pick you up and you come and then we are happyhappyhappywackos!
Winc:::gasp:: Yeah, that’s sort of what I had in mind… like that…
Scratch:Then Razorfun comes in all dark and scary and cuts you and then we bleed all over naked bodies and roll around in the daisies…
::circuits crossing and jamming::
::Technicolor explosions::
Winc:You are so sweet.
Scratch:… and then Scratchgrrl jumps into Winc’s riotboy arms and we slamdance around while I pull his cock and then Digqueer trips us up and we fall down on the green grass with all kinds of wet stuff and lots o’ flowers…
Winc:Scratch. I am so glad you’re back.
Scratch:Back ain’t the half of it.
You may fear you’ve created a monster…
Winc:::purring:: You have always been my favorite monster.
Scratch:Do you think we should be logging this?
Hard to recreate hysterical joy…
Winc:::rolling my eyes:: Been logging for hours. It’s bound to be someone’s idea of history someday.
Winc:But I’m a little scared of going offline.
To be with you face to face again.
I can feel the warmth of you next to me.
::carefully keeping my eyes glued to the screen::
Scratch:Yeah, me, too. But there’s no other way but forward.
We gotta be together for this last thing.
::using all my willpower to keep fingers on the keyboard::