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sirenspull_logs2012-03-13 07:38 pm
plushrumpus) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-13 07:38 pm
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PARTY STRIDERS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT
WHO: Bro, Terezi, Thing Dave 1 and Dave 2
WHEN: March 13, around 5 pm
WHERE: The Stryrope apartment (again)
WHAT: Davesprite comes home. Or at least, the closest approximation they have.
WARNINGS: Shenanigans. And probably lots of licking.
[The first thing one probably notices upon walking into the Strider-Pyrope apartment isn't the generic furnishings, or the moderate mess strewn across the floors, or the relatively non-existent (read: shitty) view it has of the street outside. Rather, what the eye is most predictably drawn to upon stepping inside is the chalk drawings all over the walls. It's kind of hard to miss; eye-searing scribbles of every imaginable shade, depicting every imaginable mix of dragons and puppets and humans with pork chop mouths, in a myriad of styles suggesting multiple artists, most likely including yours truly.
What, like he could resist adding big fruity plush rumps—to Dave's horror and Terezi's delight—to the walls as well? Because if you think his porn-making and comic-drawing days end just because he's been without a proper computer, you're fucking wrong.
Oh yeah, there's a pile of actual smuppets in the corner, too. Don't mind that.]
Honey, I'm home. [With that, Bro starts undoing his jacket.] And I brought back a friend of yours with me.
WHEN: March 13, around 5 pm
WHERE: The Stryrope apartment (again)
WHAT: Davesprite comes home. Or at least, the closest approximation they have.
WARNINGS: Shenanigans. And probably lots of licking.
[The first thing one probably notices upon walking into the Strider-Pyrope apartment isn't the generic furnishings, or the moderate mess strewn across the floors, or the relatively non-existent (read: shitty) view it has of the street outside. Rather, what the eye is most predictably drawn to upon stepping inside is the chalk drawings all over the walls. It's kind of hard to miss; eye-searing scribbles of every imaginable shade, depicting every imaginable mix of dragons and puppets and humans with pork chop mouths, in a myriad of styles suggesting multiple artists, most likely including yours truly.
What, like he could resist adding big fruity plush rumps—to Dave's horror and Terezi's delight—to the walls as well? Because if you think his porn-making and comic-drawing days end just because he's been without a proper computer, you're fucking wrong.
Oh yeah, there's a pile of actual smuppets in the corner, too. Don't mind that.]
Honey, I'm home. [With that, Bro starts undoing his jacket.] And I brought back a friend of yours with me.