under construction.

[Anselm de le Poer]

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I know we agreed on some powerplay, but let me know if you want anything changed!

@&#&$Leroy seemed like a laid back fellow, but Anselm couldn't help but shake his head, eyes wide in disbelief. The idea of being violated in such a manner was enough to rile him up a bit, and he hadn't even experienced it first hand. As far as he was concerned, to be involuntarily subjected to such penetration was a rape of the flesh. Several questions danced through his mind; did you kill her? None lasted long enough to formulate as spoken words, however--the drug did well to carry such disturbing thoughts away on a cloud of haze. The motion of the other's hand caught his attention next, and now it lingered on the necklace he hadn't noticed before. Anselm kept a chain around his neck as well, though it was short and usually obscured by the thick fur of his ruff--on it was the key to the very garage in which they sat, the sole reason for the necklaces' existence.
@&#&$His head tipped as the bi-coloured male spoke, one ear flicking as he absorbed the other's meaning through the hand gesture. As realisation crept in he perked up considerably, his tail awkwardly trying to wag behind him even as it got pinned between the cushions of the couch. "Haha, yeah! Let's launch some shit at that abandoned house across the street. It'll be war!" Perhaps they were a bit old for a game of pretend, but after the nonsense with Bastardo back home, Anselm was just fine with the concept of a little playful, harmless regression.
@&#&$As such, the two men set about their task: Anselm gathered spare lumber and bungee cords while Leroy riffled through the tools Maserati had left behind. They worked together to construct the massive slingshot, with Leroy offering constructive pointers where Anselm got confused. Occasionally they'd grow distracted from their task, take another hit of the pipe, and stare at the semi-completed project looking for things to improve. Inspiration would strike and eventually, before the sun had set, they'd managed to create their masterpiece. Anselm cocked it so that it was aimed for the neighbouring house, plucked a decently sized rock from the ground and put it in the launcher. "Care to do the honours?" he asked with a grin--it had been the husky's idea, after all, and he'd brought the most expertise to the table when it came to the actual construction.

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