Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Five Compromise Like Canada

"Ahk, neek, merp, oh, nwahahah, overexposed crabs!!! OHNANANAYAAL!"

You knew you were probably just talking pure gibberish (hint: you fucking were you scrub), but you were just trying to make a sound, any sound, to hear if the high pitched ringing was wearing off. After what seemed like 30 seconds, you could faintly hear the dribble of sounds and words you were spewing out.

You opened your eyes, all the windows of the buildings within a block of you were shattered. The truck that had carried the c4 was now just a flaming heap of scrap metal and bad smelling rubber. The porn shop was probably okay, thank god you had ran a good distance from it before the detonation.

BUT SUDDENLY-

You were picked up by a pair of two perfectly sculpted arms. Shit, it was the fabulous underwear man. No one else you could imagine had arms veins that did not bulge out, yet you could feel them beating against your very- wait a second...

He's carrying you in the opposite direction you were running. Quick! Do something to move the plot!

You somehow know he's taking you back to the apartment, so you begin to furiously squirm, kick, and yell more gibberish. Prometheus is surprised by your strength( Ha! I suddenly changed the point of view! You mightn't noticed it! But I just might do it more often! MUHAHAHAHAH-), so he flexed his muscles to there full size. This squeezed you so tightly and quickly that it just knocked the fucking wind out of you. You coughed and wheezed, trying to get air back into your lungs, like a fine expensive tart full of fruit and yogurt. As you do this, you realize that there is no way your getting out of this problem with physical force. Rationalism, okay, let's try this out.

"Please, let me go, and can't we come to an agreement of some kind?"

Prometheus was taken aback by your suddenly calm and serious tone, and just the fact of how well you were speaking. He had never met a Lycra-person who could speak in normal dialogue. He slowly released you, but was still fully prepared to grab a hold of you again in a non-perverted way if were to begin to run again.

Once you got your footing, you brushed yourself off of the dust and bits of glass that covered your pant legs. You turn around to face the perfect god-like man.

"Look," you begin, speaking to make sure you form coherent sentences," I'm going to guess the pantless guy with the weird voice sent you?" Prometheus nodded.

" Okay, you have to understand, I really want to check out the city. Most of my life I've lived a... secluded lifestyle, and this is the first time I'll be observing the out world in chromosomes, you understand?" Promethues nodded once more, you wondered what he sounded like, or if he could even talk.

"So, how about this, let me check out the city, and tonight I'll come to your guy's apartment when I get back and take a shower, god I really need a shower, I haven't taken one in a while, I must smell like the cast of the walking dead, you know what I'm saying?" you nudge him, but he just blankly stares at you, serves you right for watching entire shows on Netflix then trying to reference them. Bitch-ass sky colored bitch.

" So- uh- do we have a deal?" Prometheus simply nods at you, and turns to leave.

" Oh wait! I- I'll be there at around 9, so you can warn him," You poke your cheek and grin," F/n L/n is coming!" He nods again, and in the blink of an eye, jumps into the air to go to his next destination.