adventure for okuyasboo's heart :0

Chomping five

Wut doing in closet josuke why you whispering words like mm these shirts smell like his hotty body? Oh nothing at all i tell him when i step out hte closet. Ok thats cool lets go rock the town. Ok.

We leave house after locking Pickle Daddy in his timeout drawer. Then we walking donw street until we see the big ol house of Art School Twink. Lets go steal his crop tops and booty shorts okuyasu says. How you say the exact thing i was thinking. Cause we are.

We go to the twink's front door and say open up you stupid little- WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT MINE HOUSING I AM TRYING TO DO DEVIENT ART COMMISSION. We dont listen to that little man and just pushing past him through his door to get in. we inside the house and it smell kinda weird like how olive oil tastes. Hey little man you should be real familiar of where the closet is. bring us there I say. At first he say no then i walk over and stand over him cause my stilettos really tall and look down at him with a very serious face until he becoming scared of me like he always is cause he knows that even though i pretty i bite like a snake. hissss. He know personally that i can rock his shits if i wanting to so he just look spicy and bring us to his closet where me and okuyasu put on his booty short and crop top and lingerie together. I dont put on the femboy hooters uniform at the back of closet though cause that is sacred to a rohans and even i have respec for the hootering cause i will work there one day it is my dream job.

it now later like in the afternoon and rohan's art of fluffy dog person is streaked with the tears.

There is a lot of clothes on floor when we done and i dont wanna put them up so okuyasu make up a game called Throw Cloth were we throw all the clothes on top of the crying rohan and then running away from his house so we dont gotta put the clothes up.

Mission success i saying to okuyasu when we leave the skinny little art man's house without closing front door. We can still hearing is sobs of agony and anguish as we walking donw the streets from his olive oil houseings.