MY TIME HAS COME
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"... yeah, well..." someone snarkily replied.
...
"... Bobby, are you serious?" Laughter ensued.
hmm...
"...Of fucking course I'm serious!" Someone screeched.
Hacker jolted awake when he heard yelling from the other room, his frantic, sleep-deprived mind racing at all the possibilities of what could be happening right now. He jumped off his bed, half-naked with just some night slacks on, and rushed to the room, slamming open his door which caused the house to shake. Randy and Bobby stopped their bickering mid-sentence, taking their eyes off each other to glare at Killer.
Randy dropped Bobby down, the shortest landing with an "oof", getting up and dusting himself off. "Jeez, gotta interrupt us at a time like this, huh?"
Killer frowned. "I thought the commotion was something along the lines of JR finding us! Can you blame me for actually caring about you?!"
Bobby scoffed. "As if," which caused Randy to glare at him, "you say that like you didn't remember last time."
Killer rubbed his forehead, "whatever. What were you guys arguing about?"
"I told him white chocolate didn't count as chocolate, but Randy didn't think I was serious, so I tried to prove it! Then he," Bobby pointed his knife at the tallest, "picked me up when he realized I was serious!"
"Oh," was all Killer said. "I thought those glares were of sexual frustration, or something violent."
Bobby cracked a grin. "If about to rip each other's throats out counts as sexual frustration, then both."
"Huh," Randy hummed. "Now, where were we?"
"Oh yeah," Bobby smirked. "Fight me, bitch!" Bobby yelled before literally throwing his knife and punching Randy in the only place he could reach; his thighbone. Killer could see Randy holding in a bout of laughter as Bobby kept throwing punches at that one area. "Hold on," Randy said.
"Getting tired already?" Bobby mocked, but he did stop, and Randy crouched to one knee. "Now try and punch me!"
Bobby was a weakling. Even though he threw his punches as hard as he can, Randy didn't feel a damn ounce of pain. Killer couldn't contain his laughter as soon Randy wore a bored expression. "Permission to poke back?"
"And ruin my fun?" Killer replied, crouched down and nearing falling as he continued howling with laughter.
