Wesker: *swaggers in, looking proud* You really can't handle three pages of this without me? I suppose I should be flattered.
Kitty: *surrounded by a ring of wine bottles and empty zip-loc bags like an urban nest - blearily glances up at him as she croaks* Help.
Wesker: *plucks her up by her scruff, sneering as he gets a strong whiff of whiskey* In exchange?
Kitty: *glares as a portal opens*
Frank: *tapping away at his phone as he passes through, engrossed in his text convo*
Kitty: *ahem*
Frank: *glances up briefly, nodding towards her, then returns to his phone, smiling*
Wesker: *drops Kitty suddenly then lunges at Frank, teeth gritted* Finally!
Frank: *slips his phone into his pocket then unholsters his own squirt gun and fires it at Wesker, directly into his eye*
Wesker: *recoils, wiping his eyes as steam pours off his reddening skin, hissing* Bollocks!
Frank: *holsters it then returns to his conversation*
Kitty: Holy Water, huh? *hops onto Frank's shoulder and perches there like a parrot, nuzzling his face* Who you sexting?
Frank: *gives her a dirty look then blasts her in the face with the squirt gun*
Kitty: *flops onto the floor, then dashes off into her booze-nest, rubbing her whiskers against the centrepiece - a mauled to fuck mentats box* Eek!
Frank: I was told this chapter contained smut.
Wesker: Unfortunately.
Kitty: It is about as stimulating as watching snails fuck.
Wesker: *smirks* Kinky.
Frank: Except these are minors.
Kitty: And one of them only just confided that they have been the victim of a gang-rape.
Wesker: As far as Fuckhead is concerned, there's nothing sexier.
Frank: Speaking of, it would seem he's getting anxious.
Every second felt like ten,
Kitty: I know. Not disimilar to reading this shit, I must say.
but finally gym class had arrived.
Frank: This means that Abbifail is present. She starts talking at him.
"Thank you for the display Romeo, now the whole school is talking about us."
I replied, "One of the best decisions I ever made."
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Wesker: Sorry, Fuckhead. I can't quite hear you over the sound of you deepthroating yourself.
Frank: Somehow, I doubt he can bend that way.
Kitty: Yeah, but am sure like most men, he has at least tried it
Wesker & Frank: *share a look*
Frank: *shrugs* I prefer it when it's someone else.
Wesker: *smug look*
Kitty: *rolls her eyes heavenward* Why did I agree to do this book... *sobs*
Frank: *tilts his head* She doesn't seem to think he's being an arrogant cock and instead decides to hug him, whispering sweet nothings.
"I can't wait till we get home."
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Kitty: *dry heaves*
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