(fang x buster/fangster) bigmouth strikes again

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The next day, Fang was in his room, playing some video game he had pirated 7 hours prior. He was very invested in it, trying to comprehend the behaviors of it and observe the graphics.

Obviously, since he got it from dobreprogramy pl he now had about 20 pop ups on his screen, which he didn't really care about, until he got a suggested article about how the infamous celebrity Faggotini Pedalonni believes that it is alright to convert children into steak.

He clicked on it, very curious, which took him out of the window he had his game open in, he attempted to read it, but then got another pop up about how to make yo penis longer with a special cream🤑🤑. He was about to click on it when he heard the doorbell ring, so he got up, curious as to what it may be.

He peeked through the peephole, and a smile crept onto his face pretty quickly. He opened the door, and gave Buster (who was standing behind it, obviously) a hug.

"Hey man, how's it going? I thought maybe we could go to that amusement park, since it's pretty nice outside today, don't you think?" The boy asked him after crawling out of the embrace.

"I wouldn't know. I have been in front of my computer ever since I woke up. " He shrugged, eyes not really focused on anything. "Obviously. So, what do you say, we going or nah?"

"We could, it's the end of the weekend, after all. Tomorrow is going to be dreadful. " He commented, his mind quickly skipping over the idea of having fun to the absolutely sisyphistic, mundane workings of a 21st century man.

"Yeah, but it's Sunday, we got time to chill. " The ginger shrugged. He then only noticed he was being a little unpolite standing in the doorway and not letting him in. He made a gesture with his hand and then closed the door.

"You still haven't answered my question, at least not directly. " Buster informed him, sighing. "Oh, yeah, I'm in man. When do ya wanna go?" He asked.

"I would say now, but I feel like you'd need to do something with yourself first, no shade man. " The boy informed him, glancing at how he looks as if he hasn't done anything to his appearance ever since waking up, which was probably true.

"You don't find me handsome in every state I'm in??? Be ashamed, if you loved me you would've told me I look like Ernest Khalimov. " He shook his head disapprovingly, a satirical note in his tone.

"I don't, we're breaking up. I cannot stand faggots. " The ginger replied, tone very serious but a slight curvature in the corners of his mouth giving it away.

"Whatever. Imma go get ready then. You can play something on my computer while I do so. " He offered. "Fine by me. " Buster shrugged, then went to the chinese's room once the boy walked away.

The man sat down at the desk then moved the mouse around, so taht the monitor would show stuff again, then glanced at the screen. "Ohhh how to make your penis bigger, nice. "

Fang went to the bathroom, then walked up to the mirror. He concluded the other was indeed right, and he looked homeless, probably. He brushed his teeth quickly, definitely not hitting that 2 minute mark (30 seconds, maybe🤑).

He put the toothbrush away and brushed his hair, then decided since they were gonna go on rollercoasters he would need to tie his hair so that it won't hit anybody, too glorious to be met with the ungrateful's face.

After some more tweaks to his appearance he left the bathroom and entered his room. "Alright dude, we can get going." He informed the boy.

"You're going in your pajamas there?" The ginger asked jokingly, to which he looked down, and realised he did in fact forget to change his clothes😪.