part 263 lost children sold to the circus

[aphanon_meme]

Happy Sunday/Monday! I've been working on procrastinated work all day, and then reading a Dear America book - well, Royal Diaries, but they're both from Scholastic sooo whatever! How was your weekend? The weather here is a bit warmer kind of sort of, but it snowed today... I think the weather is cursed.

View flat!Enjoy part 263

Comments

[anonymous]

What if I shoved my cock in your face?

/flips a crashing browser

[kingkongeriget]

[notices that and wants to ask, but--]

--a'ight. Can keep an eye out, sure.

/Punches it for you

[iceandheather]

Good. Doubt y'need to worry much, mind. Wouldn't hurt, though.

[Quiets a moment. Suddenly remembers something Anonymous mentioned recently. He didn't quite believe it, but then again --]

...You ain't been goin' around flappin' your yap to them, have you? Those anons. Tellin' them personal business 'n whatnot.

[kingkongeriget]

What kinda personal we talkin', here?

[iceandheather]

So you did, then.

[Stares.]

Personal things y'might have told 'em about me, is what I meant.

[kingkongeriget]

[okay, so anons may have asked some personal things, but he's pretty sure he didn't outright say anything that would count as, well]

[uh]

[shit]

[not by his own standards, but.]

[and who knows what he said on the meme last time he drank out there]

I, uh. Mighta? Maybe?

[iceandheather]

By "maybe", think what y'really mean is "yes".

[Glares at him a moment, utterly unimpressed]

Don't do it again. If y'can manage.

[kingkongeriget]

[ASDFGHJK GOD THAT LOOK]

[probably gave him a few ulcers just like that, wow]

Meant maybe! A real, definite 'maybe'-- honest!

[iceandheather]

What.

[Lucky for Denmark, that look is gone in a second, replaced by a raised eyebrow]

Hold on, y'actually don't know?

[Somehow, that's even worse.]

[kingkongeriget]

[the look may be gone, but the fear is still there]

[it's always there]

[waiting]

Meant it! What kinda personal we talkin'.

[iceandheather]

Personal, like private.

[Sighs. Best spell it out to him, then.]

Was told y'mentioned to 'em things you heard me mumblin' when I was sleeping. [Pause] 'N they have to've found out from someone about what my hair does. Ain't something they'd just know.

[kingkongeriget]

Don't recall tellin' 'em nothin' 'bout what ya sa--

[pause]

[woah, rewind]

--they know 'bout that?

[iceandheather]

[Nods]

Aye. They do.

... Take it that it wasn't you what told 'em, then.

[kingkongeriget]

[slow shake of the head]

That'd be a negatory!

[iceandheather]

[Eyes him a moment. Well. The certainty is enough to convince him.]

All right. Good.

... 'xpect you realize what'll happen if'n you ever do let somethin' private like that slip. Don't you.

[kingkongeriget]

...figure it's got summat t'do with floggin', thumbscrews an' a spot on'a couch fer th'next century?