>>17711102Oh, speaking of chest fluff, I wrote up some cringe for you.
>be anon >wake up on a couch covered in drool, with your skull pounding out of your head and your stomach doing loop-de-loops>the sound of something sizzling and its accompanying aroma snap you out of your stupor, allowing your eyes to adjust to the light>you very quickly realize this isnt your house of course, as you scan your surroundings and spot both the kitchen and its occupant>It's Loona>and you must be in Heaven.>Or so you think, as she jabs a plate of food into your gut>"About time you woke up, I was starting to think you got fucked into a coma.">you've already gulped down half your meal by this point, and realize you only have one chance to make a first impression>"Yeah well a night with a girl like you would be too good NOT to be a coma dream">she's cringing in disgust>"Ew. What the fuck?">Scarfing food with a hangover like this turns out to be a bad idea, and you barf it back up onto the floor before she can flip out any more than she already has.>"Oh goddammit Blitzo. I'm not cleaning that shit.">Wait, what?>you grab the plate you dropped as Loona storms off, and stare at your own reflection>Blitzo is staring back.>You must be in hell.