fff#78

late, again, but closer to deadline than las' rounds, my flash friday #78; inclusion trigger: sick, prick, flick, stick, lick.

“i doh usually do tings like this.”
“me, neither.”
smirking, “right…”
“listen. i only reach here because my girlfriend insist i come. she say she need to stage an intervention before my nani get cobweb…wow, probably shoulda leave out that…”
laughing, “i mean…”
“lewwe just pretend i did, right? nice, thanks. sooo, ahm…wha’ you do?”
“nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, web-nani is a serious ting i think we should address seriously. so, how long?”
“what?”
“how long you think you have? before the situation dire, nah…”
“steups.”
“just concerned about your health and wellbeing, yuhknow…”
“right. thanks, eh, thanks.” faux-reluctant sideways smile, whisper-not-quite-to-self, “ass.”
“alright, so what do you do?”
“unfair. i ask first.”
“yes, but talking about you so much fun so far…”
“nah. why should i share more when you not sharing?”
“i hate this question; my answer so boring. policy analyst . you?”
“i hate this question, too…”
“why?”
“i feel like when people hear the answer is just a buncha familiar words that doh come together to mean anything in their mind. and then i have to explain, except they doh really wanna know.”
curious stare.
sighing, “research. evolutionary developmental biology.”
“serious?”
“ahm…yes.”
“very cool; what you researching?”
“weirdo, what is wrong with you? and can we not go down that hole yet? lewwe talk about other tings little bit first, nah…”
“if you insist.”
“i do.”
“like?”
“me eh know; just not work.”
“do you not like what you do?”
“i do, but didn’t come out for that.”
“right, you only here to prevent the dreaded sickness, arachnani.”
“steups.”
“but here’s wha’ i doh understand: shouldn’t somebody with your knowledge+expertise be able to come up with some other means of inoculating oneself, rather than subjecting yourself to the horrors of public engagement?”
“maybe i like a little engagement, from time to time; like i said, tonight not about work.”
“mmhmm. perhaps i can help…”
“oh?”
“with inoculation, without you having to work.”
“oh?”
“might have just the thing, if you can handle a little prick…”
mock appalled, “little?!”
“what i mean is, it won’t hurt. much.”
laughing, openly, “ass!”
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“so you tell your girl her plan work?”
“excuse you? all i agree to is linking up since both of we happen to want to take in this flick and we will be saying goodnight by my gate, so me eh know what exactly you think going on tonight and where the ass you get that idea, misterman.”
“sooo sorry, eh, ma’am; didn’t mean to suggest…”
“damn right, blasted perv!”
laughter.
“thanks, though. i real stick when the girls was looking to go, and i hate going cinema alone; i need somebody to talk about it as soon as we walk out. and tha’ was real good!”
“ent!”
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dark. “ugh. head killing me…what…what happen?”
“relax. everything alright; you safe.”
“wait, i cyah see…”
“take your time, doh fight up, you alright…”
“why my hands tie? why i cyah see? what the ass going on?”
“relax, babes. i here and you safe. i just needed your full attention for awhile…”
almost offended, “babes?! what the fuck?!”
“aye, easy. take it easy and i go explain everything.”
“take it easy?! take it fucking easy?! when i cyah see and my hand tie up?”
“sorry, i truly sorry i had to do that, just couldn’t risk you waking up confuse and lashing out. i feel when you so get vex, small as you is, you go lick me down. and i promise…all i want is your help…”
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walk good.