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[dukefuckinwayne]

[Well, guess who's not in jail for once because he's a shitty criminal! That's right, it's this guy right here. He's actually sleeping soundly in his own bed for once with an arm draped over Murphy. Someone's mood meter is right through the roof right now... until he fucks up and gets jailed again anyway. Well, at least he's home for a little while

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[4_thee_my_lord]

*Murphy wasn't ashamed of his choices, he was fully comfortable with how things have worked out for him. A lovely house with a fucking stairless pool, the perfect lover that understood that the only way he could live with somebody else would involve his brother moving into the house with them too (and their bed, occasionally), an adorable kid named after adorable beer, their very own Mexican and hopefully a pet expansion in the future.*

*And he wasn't ashamed at all of his actions when he started pushing Rocco away from him, not minding at all if the Italian woke up in the process.*

*His pee-meter was about to burst!*

[dukefuckinwayne]

[Rocco was pretty content with how things had turned out too--hey, the Mexican wasn't even that bad as far as company went... you know, when he wasn't crying like a pussy. That shit was awkward for everyone.]

[And hey, he had a nice home, his two best buddies lived with him, and they had a kid even! But what he didn't care too much for was getting pushed off when he was still sleep. Grunting and glaring at Murphy, he narrowed his eyes.] C'mon, man, what the hell...

[But he was heading off to the bathroom, so he guesses that answers that. Ugh.]

[4_thee_my_lord]

It was an emergency, can't be helped. *Murphy pretty much moaned in pleasure once his need was satisfied, shaking his dick a bit to dry it.*

*Walking back into the room, he scratched his chest, yawning* Good mornin', honey.

*Of course, having a kid meant your floor turned into a mined field. Murphy seemed to forget this quite often when he was still groggy. Like right now, as he stepped right on one of their child's toys.* Fucken' hell!! *he jumped as the cheap plastic toy broke under his foot, a siren going loud despite of how the thing was half-destroyed.*

[dukefuckinwayne]

Screw you, baby. [He sat up slowly, going to slip out of bed just about the time Murphy decided to step on some stupid plastic toy their kid had.

Oh Guinness was not gonna be fucking happy with this.] Murph', man, the fuck.

We gotta get, like, someone to pick this shit up. [Because doing it themselves? That wasn't an option. Nope, not at all.]

[need_some_rope]

*Connor didn't even bother knocking before walking in. Fuck it, it was his fucken room! And maybe it'd be worth catching an eyeful of something he shouldn't see if they had the decency to at least feel guilty about it after*

Right. Your kid is up, fed and has had his diaper changed. He might like ta see one of his Da's sometime before lunch.

*he turned around again and began to walk out. Fucken bastards, all cuddled up and looking happy together. On his fucken bed*

Oh, an' while I had the diaper off, he pissed on the ceiling. Kid pees like a fountain. One of yehs can clean it up.

[dukefuckinwayne]

[Well, that got Rocco to stir, squinting at Connor through bleary eyes as he watched him in the door.

Fuck. It was too early to be awake.] C'mon, man! First decent night's sleep I got since I got outta jail...

[But fine, fine. He's squirming away from Murphy to get up and check on the kid.] Why didn't you keep it covered so he couldn't piss everywhere, man?

[need_some_rope]

Oi. I'm not yer baby-daddy, Roc. I'm already goin' above an' beyond tryin' ta keep the kid well adjusted while yer in an' out of prison.

*he turned and glanced behind Rocco's approaching figure at Murphy still spark out and drooling on his pillow* Yeh know if yeh left all the raisin' ta Murph, Guiness'd be having beer in his bottle insteada milk.

I think both me an' the lad needed ta express ourselves suitably about this over yer ceilin'.

[dukefuckinwayne]

yeah, well, it ain't my fault they keep giving me shitty jobs that keep getting me busted, Connor!

[Rocco looked back over his shoulder, grinning a little at Murphy still passed right the fuck out.

Oh and this was Connor's room wasn't it? Reaching out to give the man an awkward pat on the shoulder, he shrugged.] Sorry about that, man. Your room was closest and we were fuckin' exhausted... [And hey, he could've squeezed in here if he'd wanted! Wouldn't be the first time he woke up with really odd sleeping arrangements...] yeah, well... I kinda figured that after he left him laying on the cold fuckin' floor that time.

[And okay, he might've done the same thing...] I'll get a fuckin' mop and clean it, okay?