"Sorry, I have a clingy and feverish assassin on my lap. I'll call you back when I've convinced him that a cold doesn't mean he's dying."
"But I am dying!" the assassin, Porn Star (?) wails, wrapping his arms tighter around Swimwear.
"Look, Porn Star-"
"Dude my name is Pop Star Resort!"
"...Whatever. Porn Star, you have a fucking cold. Everyone gets them, so shut the fuck up and find some Tylenol or some shit. Robitussin should work too. I don't fucking know, but I assure you that you're not dying."
Porn Pop Star sniffles, leaving without doing his job. He got distracted by being sick so I mean that might not end well.
OH WELL at least he probably realizes he's not dying.
Probably.
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A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops
عشوائيyeah so daily writing prompts or exercises because why the fuck not join me if you want because i found some interesting ones mine are all gonna be some Lencesty shit it gonn be gr8 i tend to write these on Archive at 1 or 2 am it's kind of a proble...
