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JohnDave Lockers, Music, Pain pt 4 "There are a lot of stairsssssssss," John groaned, dragging a bag up the steps. "'Eh. You get used to it, walking up them three or four times a day. Just wait until we start unpacking." Dave smirks, butting his head into John's ass. "Now walk faster." "Uuuugh. Where did the pistol pony rodeo go?" "Probably still sucking face in the lobby." He laughed lightly, hiking the two backpacks up on his shoulders again. "But seriously move. There's something up there I wanna show ya." "Fine." The two made their way up the stairs, finally reaching the top, sweating like dogs. "That wasn't fun." The blonde shrug

You, you're not sure, you have no idea, what just happened. I mean, like no idea AT ALL. Let's go over what you do know. Your name is KOPPYR LIORNE. You are 6.92 SWEEPS, and you like ROBOTICS AND ENGINEERING. To the point where you're building your own AIRSHIP. As of right now you can see that you are in your WORKSHOP, a big abandoned building about a mile away from your hive. The frosted glass ceiling is coated with soot and smoke, but from the light filtering in you think it's probably about 7 or 8 in the evening. Because of your blood color placed nicely between olive and jade, you can withstand sunlight enough to venture outside during

"Bro?" "Yeah man, what's up?" A gloved hand waved at him lazily from the other side of the couch. "How come you never kiss girls? Like the people on TV? I've only seen you kiss Cal." The younger Strider tilted his head quizzically. "Well, um…" Bro looked around, frowning lightly. "Cal is-" "I know Cal is your "special someone" and that you love him and always want to be with him, but have you ever even tried kissing a girl?" "Sure I've kissed a few girls." He sighed, seemingly relieved. "Why, is someone at school giving you shit about it again?" First graders were not very open minded when it came to dudes in shades and rad puppet