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Post by harley dawson on Nov 20, 2012 23:09:48 GMT -5
harley let out a loud groan and slammed the door behind him, far too exhausted to do much else. with a grunt, he walked forward to the living room of his joint house with lee, swiping a few beer cans off of the sofa before sprawling face-down into it. he groaned again into the cushion, his arm pathetically splayed out from his side. he could feel his trainer's presence approaching, but his exhaustion from training had him in quite a grumpy mood. "whatever it is, no." lee always wanted something.
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Post by LEONARDO STEELDIRGE on Nov 25, 2012 19:10:33 GMT -5
Lee groaned for the umpteenth time that day. When Harley got home, he was getting a piece of the short male's mind. Every twenty seconds for the last hour he felt searing pain in his gut. Like he was getting punched. Over, and over... and OVER!
Ah, speak of the devil. Putting on a scowl, Lee marched on over to the living room and promptly sat on top of the tired out Gijinka, "What the hell were you doing for the last two hours? Cuz either this is the worst hangover I've ever had or you got your ass kicked hardcore." He huffed after that, lifting part of his shirt to reveal darkened, bruised spots on his body, "Seriously, dude. What the hell were you doing?"
Irritation was winning over what Lee was actually feeling deep down - worry. With how bad he was hurting himself he could only imagine the kind of fight Har had gotten into. What if it had been some big, tough Garchomp Gijinka? Ouch.
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Post by harley dawson on Nov 27, 2012 0:36:53 GMT -5
harley finally looked up over his shoulder with a bleary gaze, staring at the midget who was stomping towards him like an angry three year old. he winced a little and rubbed his forehead as lee spoke, suddenly feeling his ears get a bit hot. "i, urgh." he grumbled a little and melted into the sofa, letting out a sigh. even if lee felt most of the pain, there was a dull throb in harley's own head. "ihwahfuwoffuh..." he grunted into the sofa, clearly not wanting to really say it aloud. he covered the back of his head with his arms before finally sighing again and lifting his head up. "wobbuffet. i was training against a wobbuffet." ugh, that was embarrassing as fuck.
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Post by LEONARDO STEELDIRGE on Nov 30, 2012 22:22:11 GMT -5
As soon as Harley made coherent words, Lee's worry and anger slipped away, replaced by amusement, "A Wobbufett? You got your ass kicked by a blue punching bag?"
He couldn't help but go into a fit of laughter, his hands moving to his gut as he curled and fell back onto Harley further, "Oh that's just pathetic! I can't believe you got beaten by a Wobbu--PFFFF!"
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Post by harley dawson on Dec 17, 2012 13:23:47 GMT -5
oh, of course. who called this happening? this guy with the yellow pants. harley groaned and rolled his eyes as lee began his laughing fest. "yuck it up, freakshow," he grumbled before lee fell on top of him. "oof! owwwww, gitoff, i've had a shit day as is, i don't wanna have your fat ass on me at the same time," he whined, grumbling a little before attempting to shove his trainer off. "you woulda gotten your ass kicked if you tried throwing an attack at it and a counter gave it all back tenfold!" he growled before finally deciding to smack himself upside the head. there, lee ought to feel that one for a while.
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Post by LEONARDO STEELDIRGE on Dec 23, 2012 0:56:42 GMT -5
He couldn't stop laughing for long enough to retort to Harley's insults about his weight, only clutching his gut harder as he continued to laugh... and laugh... and laugh. He was pretty sure he split his sides by the time Harley couldn't take it anymore and punched his own head.
It was painful, but oh so worth it, "Cocksuck, don't do that! You couldn't have had as shitty a time as I did. I got the brunt of that punching bag's counter attacks!" He began to calm little by little, sitting up, but not getting off of Harley yet. He rubbed the spot on his head where Har had smacked himself, but then shrugged, "Not like there was anything up there to get damaged anyway," he joked lightheartedly.
He stared down at his Gijinka partner with a more sympathetic smile, "Yooouuu... need some booze after a humiliation like that. Want me to grab you a forty?"
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Post by harley dawson on Dec 23, 2012 1:06:58 GMT -5
harley glared over his shoulder at the ass laughing at him. yeah, yeah, laugh it up. he deserved all those stupid counter attacks. "well with those attacks, clearly those big blue dildos are nothin' to sneeze at, you dick," he responded with a grumpy huff. "oh, right, i forgot your braincells were all in here," he said, his hand hovering threateningly in a fist over his groin. "one false move and you can forget having one of these things," he said with a light smirk.
the mention of booze made him relax a little, and he deflated once again and waved a hand over his head. "aye, aye, i need it and so do you," he said, his voice muffled by the couch cushions.
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Post by LEONARDO STEELDIRGE on Dec 23, 2012 1:17:53 GMT -5
Lee's eyes practically became saucers when Harley moved his fist over his crotch. Jumping off of him, the shorter man pointed an accusing finger at the Gijinka and shouted, "WE HAD AN AGREEMENT TO NO DICK PUNCHING!"
The recollection of the last time that had happened was not a fun one. At least, not for Lee. The pain went up to his gut and he dry heaved for a good minute or so with tears in his eyes while Har laughed his stupid Scraggy ass off. Shuddering at the thought, Lee muttered an agreement to needing a beer and scrambled off to the kitchen to search.
It was only after a good few minutes of knocking things over inside the fridge that he remembered he'd already consumed the very last beer while he was watching cartoons in bed this morning - okay, afternoon. He hadn't gotten out of bed till something like four o'clock.
"Fuck," he groaned. This was a drag. Slamming shut the door to the fridge, he called over his shoulder back into the living room, "We're fresh out, dickhead! We have to go buy more!"
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Post by harley dawson on Dec 23, 2012 2:57:16 GMT -5
harley snickered at the trainer's sudden, violent reaction. "hey, man, don't be one and you can keep one." lee had totally deserved it that one time though. maybe. probably. honestly, harley couldn't remember. he had been too busy laughing about it to remember the cause for it, anyway. that was the good thing about being a gijinka, he could keep his trainer in line pretty easily.
as lee left, harley huffed and waited rather impatiently. he was really ready for a beer at this moment... but then lee said the dreaded words, making harley groan a little. "you've gotta be shitting me... were you drinking and watching tv until three again?" he called, looking over his shoulder before slipping off of the couch. he flopped on the floor with a light "oof," looking back at the wall before letting out a huff. "fine, guess we have to go to the store then. you ate all the cheetos so we have to get more anyway," he muttered, standing up and giving lee a light pat on the back.
"hurry up, slowbro. we're burning daylight."
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Post by LEONARDO STEELDIRGE on Dec 24, 2012 3:48:58 GMT -5
".... just... don't punch me in the dick okay? Okay. Glad we had this conversation." And with a huff he murmured nonsensical curses about the situation to himself.
He let out something of a groan as he resigned himself to his fate of going out of the house. Damn it all, he had spent the whole day inside doing nothing, and having to actually do something threw off his routine, "Well what would you do all day if you didn't have a job? Cartoons and booze is pretty much the best shit ever." Pause, "Besides maybe cartoons and acid but you get the point."
Lee reacted a bit over-dramatically to the pat on the back and stumbled forward into the kitchen counter. Letting out yet another long groan of irritation, he slumped over the cold surface and leaned his face on the tile, "This sucks. I don't wanna go shopping for food. Even if it is Cheetos."
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Post by harley dawson on Dec 27, 2012 21:15:36 GMT -5
harley snorted and shrugged. "i won't if you don't act like a dipshit, aye?" he said with a grin before watching the trainer fall over himself in a dramatic, pathetic manner. "oi, you're such a baby. come onnn." as if harley was any better. he nudged him off of the counter and put his hands on his pants to keep them up. "well if we go out there, we can get some beer... and then you can have all the fun you want with... cartoons. or whatever." he shrugged a little and quickly walked out the door, only barely waiting for him to catch up.
"seriously, i'll leave you here and forget to buy beer."
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