[ do it 4 da monay ] | donald trump x byakuya togami

THE (ASS)(ASS)INATION :O

it was togami and trump's wedding day. togami was super excited to strut down the aisle and show off his designer wedding dress.

he was about to start walking down the aisle to the makeshift altar made out of cardboard and construction paper when a gunshot rang out, making toges gasp and fall on his booty.

"what the frickle frackle was that?" he sugoi desu-ed, using naegg's shoulder to stand up.

naegg shook his head, opening the doors to the church. "oh my google," he gasped, shielding togami-chan's eyes from the sight. "u don't want to see this."

togami swatted naegg's hand away from his eyes. he wanted to know what was going on at his weeding!!! >:(!!!!!

togaymi's focus turned to his soon-to-be husband lying on the altar. "excuse me, now is not the time for a nap!!!!" he cried, stomping over to trump.

"togami, he's fucking dead," kirigiri said, holding a gun.

"no, he's sleeping! he's so silly!" toges giggled, poking the trumpster (tm) with a stick.

kirigiri sighed, pointing the gun she had to trump's dead body, and shot him again.

"u two are such great actors, wow!"

"TOGAMI I KILLED HIM, THIS ISN'T ACTING!!!! >:((((!!!" the keurig said, throwing the gun on the floor.

"oh, thank god," togami ripped off his weeding dress, leaving him in only his underwear ;-)))). "finally someone killed him."

"ur welc," kiri crossed her arms over his chest and smiled proudly.

"but he's the antichrist, he's just gonna come back--"

"shut up, naegg!!!!!1!!! >:O"

"k."

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wow, an update! :'-)