Pickles also apparently often suffers from whiskeydick—something which his mun wishes more RPers embraced for the lulz and, y'know, realism—and is probably too high most the time to care who he's getting laid by, if he can even manage to get it up in the first place.
Perhaps there could be a bad-sex band threesome one day.
Pickles just grinned dopily and laughed at Toki's suggestion that he wanted kids—hell, he'd done so many hard drugs for most his life he had to be sterile by now—and raised his beer in a toast. "Naw, chief. Never wanted kids. Annoying little screaming, puking shit factories," he said, laughing harder. "Kinda like musicians! Gahd, who'd wanna raise mini-us-es?" Besides Ofdensen, of course, considering he was already their babysitter. "But if you an' Skwisgaar are gonna go make some caviar, ya gahtta share, doods."
Nathan scowled at what Toki said, but after a moment looked strangely thoughtful as he checked on the cooking fish and turned a few on the coals. Kids just seemed like way too much work, then they grew up to hate you anyway. Which was of course brutal, but what was the point? Maybe Skwisgaar and Toki had the right idea, when they'd adopted the Shoggies.
"I still think we should do the tour thing, with the fish tank on stage," Nathan said without looking away from the cooking fish. Toki's looked just right by then, so he pulled it off the coals and tossed it to him, the foil wrap preventing it from spilling. "And a shark-guy would be a brutal pet..."
"Jest needs a collar an' leash," Pickles helpfully suggested, snickering. "Dood, pritty much all the people here suck and should git eaten. 'Cept for us." He waved his kebab around until the flames had mostly gone out, and slid several of the items together before taking a bite. Yum, marshmallow-covered-hotdog-eyeball sandwich. "Though," he said as he looked around at the others, "you guys probably do all suck... a laht..." He mimed giving a blowjob (rather accurately) and started laughing again.
Nathan just rolled his eyes. Once the rest of the fish looked done, he passed each person and Shoggy one, then grabbed a few more beers and went to sit by Ofdensen, holding his kebab above the fire. He raised an eyebrow at how Toki and Skwisgaar were acting, but didn't say anything. At least they weren't humping each other in front of everyone. Yet.
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Date: 2010-04-12 11:24 pm (UTC)Pickles also apparently often suffers from whiskeydick—something which his mun wishes more RPers embraced for the lulz and, y'know, realism—and is probably too high most the time to care who he's getting laid by, if he can even manage to get it up in the first place.
Perhaps there could be a bad-sex band threesome one day.
Pickles just grinned dopily and laughed at Toki's suggestion that he wanted kids—hell, he'd done so many hard drugs for most his life he had to be sterile by now—and raised his beer in a toast. "Naw, chief. Never wanted kids. Annoying little screaming, puking shit factories," he said, laughing harder. "Kinda like musicians! Gahd, who'd wanna raise mini-us-es?" Besides Ofdensen, of course, considering he was already their babysitter. "But if you an' Skwisgaar are gonna go make some caviar, ya gahtta share, doods."
Nathan scowled at what Toki said, but after a moment looked strangely thoughtful as he checked on the cooking fish and turned a few on the coals. Kids just seemed like way too much work, then they grew up to hate you anyway. Which was of course brutal, but what was the point? Maybe Skwisgaar and Toki had the right idea, when they'd adopted the Shoggies.
"I still think we should do the tour thing, with the fish tank on stage," Nathan said without looking away from the cooking fish. Toki's looked just right by then, so he pulled it off the coals and tossed it to him, the foil wrap preventing it from spilling. "And a shark-guy would be a brutal pet..."
"Jest needs a collar an' leash," Pickles helpfully suggested, snickering. "Dood, pritty much all the people here suck and should git eaten. 'Cept for us." He waved his kebab around until the flames had mostly gone out, and slid several of the items together before taking a bite. Yum, marshmallow-covered-hotdog-eyeball sandwich. "Though," he said as he looked around at the others, "you guys probably do all suck... a laht..." He mimed giving a blowjob (rather accurately) and started laughing again.
Nathan just rolled his eyes. Once the rest of the fish looked done, he passed each person and Shoggy one, then grabbed a few more beers and went to sit by Ofdensen, holding his kebab above the fire. He raised an eyebrow at how Toki and Skwisgaar were acting, but didn't say anything. At least they weren't humping each other in front of everyone. Yet.