Fred liked the sensation. It cut off his breath just enough for lightheadedness, which was a blessed relief in the middle of adventures. He was always scared, but as the 'real man' of the group he was never allowed to show it. The whisper of silk around his throat reminded him of his softer side, the side that he sometimes explored when Shaggy brought out his after-dinner pipe...
Shaggy stared. Row after row of VHS tapes, all labeled with clinical titles for things that made him remember his Uncle Shaggy's library. He closed the cabinet again and stared at the label. Yep, it read "Really yucky health food." That's why he'd opened it in the first place -- even yucky health food was food in a famine. He opened it again, vaguely disappointed that 'Van 69 S/F accidental tire deflation" hadn't turned into a jar of pickled radishes. He shut the cabinet and turned, scratching his stomach absently, hunger blotting out all higher brain activity. Oh well. It was time to hit up Fred's stash.
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That was my childhood, rushing by at lightspeed.
...and then I wondered what they did with the neckerchief.
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Damn you for asking.
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Fred liked the sensation. It cut off his breath just enough for lightheadedness, which was a blessed relief in the middle of adventures. He was always scared, but as the 'real man' of the group he was never allowed to show it. The whisper of silk around his throat reminded him of his softer side, the side that he sometimes explored when Shaggy brought out his after-dinner pipe...
IHU
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Shaggy stared. Row after row of VHS tapes, all labeled with clinical titles for things that made him remember his Uncle Shaggy's library. He closed the cabinet again and stared at the label. Yep, it read "Really yucky health food." That's why he'd opened it in the first place -- even yucky health food was food in a famine. He opened it again, vaguely disappointed that 'Van 69 S/F accidental tire deflation" hadn't turned into a jar of pickled radishes. He shut the cabinet and turned, scratching his stomach absently, hunger blotting out all higher brain activity. Oh well. It was time to hit up Fred's stash.
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It's always nice to have a little part of you die, early in the morning.
XDDD
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