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welcometotheughbackup2007-05-04 11:50 am
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Who: Kuja and Open
When: Morning Work period
Where: Hallway
What: Lugging Clothes to Different cells
Rating: TBA
He was stuck being delivery boy. With a huff, he lugged the hamper with different bundles with their numbers written on them. So far, he's been hit on, whistled at, asked to be a sex buddy, and nearly held up in a cell to used as their little 'toy'. He's lucky he was fast. A swift throw of the idiots clothes at their heads proved he was, indeed, not someone to bargain with. Some of these mentally challenged people that had the case of the stupids mistaken him for a woman.
A sigh and a turn of the head later, he heard another catcall. This was getting ridiculous! A scowl adorned his face. Kuja didn't want to even do this anymore. If it wasn't for the fact that Squall seemed horridly beaten up, the silver haired man wouldn't have even agreed to this. He was tempted to put the damn hamper over his head and just keep walking so he wouldn't have to deal with being call 'kitten,' 'baby,' or 'sexy.' The phrasing that seemed more often than not used was 'Come here, baby, I won't hurt you too bad.'
Ugh, filthy men all around. It was always the same as well, never anything different. Even if there was another phrase said, he wouldn't even go towards it. Touching wasn't apart of his vocabulary in the slightest.
When: Morning Work period
Where: Hallway
What: Lugging Clothes to Different cells
Rating: TBA
He was stuck being delivery boy. With a huff, he lugged the hamper with different bundles with their numbers written on them. So far, he's been hit on, whistled at, asked to be a sex buddy, and nearly held up in a cell to used as their little 'toy'. He's lucky he was fast. A swift throw of the idiots clothes at their heads proved he was, indeed, not someone to bargain with. Some of these mentally challenged people that had the case of the stupids mistaken him for a woman.
A sigh and a turn of the head later, he heard another catcall. This was getting ridiculous! A scowl adorned his face. Kuja didn't want to even do this anymore. If it wasn't for the fact that Squall seemed horridly beaten up, the silver haired man wouldn't have even agreed to this. He was tempted to put the damn hamper over his head and just keep walking so he wouldn't have to deal with being call 'kitten,' 'baby,' or 'sexy.' The phrasing that seemed more often than not used was 'Come here, baby, I won't hurt you too bad.'
Ugh, filthy men all around. It was always the same as well, never anything different. Even if there was another phrase said, he wouldn't even go towards it. Touching wasn't apart of his vocabulary in the slightest.