"Careful, or I'll start my Orgasm Palace Special: Barry White and booze."
That helmet. Tucker caught himself looking at his reflection in it, remembering his own run-ins, his own bad memories. Now it had another one, another person claimed by someone wearing it. Would he put it on after this? He... didn't know. He didn't want Church's sacrifice to be for a onetime thing, even if...even if he had gotten what he wanted to out of it.
But he'd be damned if he ever let someone else in it. No one. Ever.
Fucking asshole, Church.
Was it wrong that it was the only place Tucker felt close to him now?
"If it's about my nine inch cock that I totally did not write myself, then you can believe that. If it's about burning when I pee? Nope. " He brought the bottle to his lips again, took another drag, and the burn was less this time. He was either getting used to it, or he was starting to feel it.
"Now what do we do?" That Hargrove was gone. That Chorus was safe. That Church was... Shit, were they supposed to have a memorial or something? A funeral without a body? Could they just bury the suit and leave it at that? Fuck, it was complicated.
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Date: 2016-06-07 11:34 pm (UTC)That helmet. Tucker caught himself looking at his reflection in it, remembering his own run-ins, his own bad memories. Now it had another one, another person claimed by someone wearing it. Would he put it on after this? He... didn't know. He didn't want Church's sacrifice to be for a onetime thing, even if...even if he had gotten what he wanted to out of it.
But he'd be damned if he ever let someone else in it. No one. Ever.
Fucking asshole, Church.
Was it wrong that it was the only place Tucker felt close to him now?
"If it's about my nine inch cock that I totally did not write myself, then you can believe that. If it's about burning when I pee? Nope. " He brought the bottle to his lips again, took another drag, and the burn was less this time. He was either getting used to it, or he was starting to feel it.
"Now what do we do?" That Hargrove was gone. That Chorus was safe. That Church was... Shit, were they supposed to have a memorial or something? A funeral without a body? Could they just bury the suit and leave it at that? Fuck, it was complicated.