Crack Cocaine

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As we all know, Aloha loves identity theft. I mean, not as much as Skull/Metry probably, but he has his fun. At least I think it's identity theft, he may just like stealing Army's clothes and wearing them. Just like he was doing now.

"No, there's something missing, it just doesn't look right," Aloha said, eyeing himself up and down in the mirror as he tried on his boyfriend's clothes.

Army was out of the house for his visit with Prince, leaving Aloha to his shenanigans.

Aloha began digging through his drawers trying to find that one thing that put the whole outfit together. As he dug through Army's underwear drawer he noticed it had a false bottom, carelessly put into place. I guess he thought that no one would ever snoop in there.

Aloha carefully lifted up the false bottom and peeked inside the small compartment. There were a few pairs of black trunks, compared to his normal white ones, all folded up neatly. Aloha thought it was weird, why hide your trunks just because they're black? Unless Army was racist. Was he racist? Fuck, wrote myself into a hole with this one.

Aloha picked one of them up, noticing a small decal on the front, printed just over the cup.

"What the fu-"

Army