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Oct 1, 2021 22:33:46 GMT -8
Post by Sparky on Oct 1, 2021 22:33:46 GMT -8
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Busy days and restless nights. Those had become the hallmark of Luke's life recently. So much stuck on his mind. Old friends returning, new friends getting hurt, and whatever was happening with Luna. Almost immediately following the awkward ending of his hangout with the white-haired faunus, Mike wound up in the hospital. A level of rage filled Luke that couldn't be matched. The first few weeks were spent working his body to utter exhaustion bludgeoning the young punk's punching bag. All the awkwardness with Luna seemed to hit even worse.
Even when he wasn't doing paid jobs, the techie spent days consumed by personal projects. By the time the initial fury subsided some, he just waltzed over to Mike's to keep things clean. Anything Luke could do to avoid thinking. About the faunus. About the redhead's injuries. Ty came and went, but the other former Lost Boy was an enigma. Some days the guy was present. Other times it was like he didn't exist. Nothing unusual, the techie knew how his friend worked and it was business as usual. Nights dragged on. Days barely registered. An endless haze on autopilot, only halted when his body was too exhausted to continue. Once rested, it started back where he left off.
Seasons changed. Days grew hotter, then colder once more. Spring and summer passed without much fanfare. Luke visited Mike from time to time to check on the other young man. Seethe. Thoughts of what the furious punk would do to the man who harmed his friend. Nothing came of it, and then it was back to his work room. Luna worked just like she normally did. Very little changed since their hang out. And yet it felt like everything had. The boy hated it.
Emotions didn't subside until fall swung around. Mike woke up, so there was one less thing to be angry about. So many different projects torn through and finished. Air cooled, leaves began to change color, and Luke found the will to look outside again. Because past the frustration and the confusion, one thing was certain.
He was fucking bored.
So many devices made for mischief or meant to enjoy with others, and no one to fuck with. Luna was with Louise, Soren with Mike, Ty was... Ty. The capped crusader would come around eventually. Did not leave the young tech-head a lot of options.
Leaned out over his balcony railing, the young man sucked in a breath of fresh autumn air. Crisp with a slight nip to it. Luke shut his eyes as a gust ruffled his long black hair. Soothing for the soul. Fall really was the best season of them all. And hell, the haunt-fest was right around the corner. The young man grinned and shifted his weight. Gonna have to start getting to work on a costume. Maybe a techno demon? Has to be something unique, no point in being basic about it. Already his spirits were higher than the prior months. Fall just had that special touch to it. He picked himself up and pushed back from the railing, new chain clinking against his hip. Punk as fuck.
Everyone was busy, so what better way to have fun and get costume ideas than to take a nice, casual walk. The techie considered grabbing his board, but decided against it. If mischief was the plan, then Luke didn't want to speed by and miss whatever chaos he caused. Oh boy, it'd been so long since Luke brought out his arsenal. Dab bot Jr, a classic. Lazer Douche was better for home use. But the Dick Cannon series, now those were perfect meme material. The young man had worked on versions that fired foam dongs instead of the plastic peens. Perfect for schwacking citizens with schlongs.
Luke loaded up a variety of his dumbest mobile "inventions" into his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. Two Dick Guns holstered in either pocket, and Dabby-Boy Jr ready for use. Kid had some frustrations he needed to work out, and what better way to do that than to cause some chaos.
Outside on the street level, life was calm. A gentle, steady breeze brushed against him. Many citizens had started decorating, while others made their own seasonal preparations. Little did they know, the holiday pranks were about to start early. Ooo, maybe I should make a TP Canon. Make it easier to cover houses. An egg launcher might be too mean spirited... but egg-shell confetti bombs? That might be an idea. Tis the season to be naughty.
A wide birth was given away from the apartment. Better not to have the neighbors hate Luke too much. Even if some might be good humored, that kind of local relationship was a risk the boy wasn't willing to take. While wandering, the young man considered many different things. Potential targets. Prankish inventions. Costume ideas for the haunt fest. A mix of a mummy and a demon sounded pretty neat, and already the blueprints for a TP-Trebuchet were being drawn in his mind. Additional ideas included the confetti-egg grenade launcher, a shoulder fired TP-Rifle, and a silly string thrower. Also an idea for a mechanical skeleton to playfully spook kids while they gathered treats.
At least the last one was more innocent.
Deeper into the shopping district, Luke looked for potential targets. Fingers dancing against the grip of his Schlong Shooter. The Dong Dispenser. Cowboy Cock Catapult. The gun that blammed out foam dicks into people's faces. Parents with children were no-go's. Dude had enough self control not to ruin a family outing. Families with Teenager's however, now those rebellious shits would definitely get a laugh out of their authority figure being schlonged. Really, anyone was a target save for the children and most elderly.
Finally, Luke picked his first target. While passing an open alley, the boy spun out one of his foam-flingers, took aim, and fired into the face of an angry old shop keep yelling at a group of teens. With a pop and a bop, the foam cock hit the man dead in the temple and bounced off, leaving the man in a state of shock as the crowd around him erupted in laughter. The shopkeeper's eyes locked onto Luke, who grinned devilishly. The boy flashed a two finger salute and ran off down the alley, chased by angry shouts and laughter that quickly faded into the background.
First target: Defeated.
Luke locked and loaded the next long dong dilder and looked for his next target. "Alright chucklefucks, who's next?"
Even when he wasn't doing paid jobs, the techie spent days consumed by personal projects. By the time the initial fury subsided some, he just waltzed over to Mike's to keep things clean. Anything Luke could do to avoid thinking. About the faunus. About the redhead's injuries. Ty came and went, but the other former Lost Boy was an enigma. Some days the guy was present. Other times it was like he didn't exist. Nothing unusual, the techie knew how his friend worked and it was business as usual. Nights dragged on. Days barely registered. An endless haze on autopilot, only halted when his body was too exhausted to continue. Once rested, it started back where he left off.
Seasons changed. Days grew hotter, then colder once more. Spring and summer passed without much fanfare. Luke visited Mike from time to time to check on the other young man. Seethe. Thoughts of what the furious punk would do to the man who harmed his friend. Nothing came of it, and then it was back to his work room. Luna worked just like she normally did. Very little changed since their hang out. And yet it felt like everything had. The boy hated it.
Emotions didn't subside until fall swung around. Mike woke up, so there was one less thing to be angry about. So many different projects torn through and finished. Air cooled, leaves began to change color, and Luke found the will to look outside again. Because past the frustration and the confusion, one thing was certain.
He was fucking bored.
So many devices made for mischief or meant to enjoy with others, and no one to fuck with. Luna was with Louise, Soren with Mike, Ty was... Ty. The capped crusader would come around eventually. Did not leave the young tech-head a lot of options.
Leaned out over his balcony railing, the young man sucked in a breath of fresh autumn air. Crisp with a slight nip to it. Luke shut his eyes as a gust ruffled his long black hair. Soothing for the soul. Fall really was the best season of them all. And hell, the haunt-fest was right around the corner. The young man grinned and shifted his weight. Gonna have to start getting to work on a costume. Maybe a techno demon? Has to be something unique, no point in being basic about it. Already his spirits were higher than the prior months. Fall just had that special touch to it. He picked himself up and pushed back from the railing, new chain clinking against his hip. Punk as fuck.
Everyone was busy, so what better way to have fun and get costume ideas than to take a nice, casual walk. The techie considered grabbing his board, but decided against it. If mischief was the plan, then Luke didn't want to speed by and miss whatever chaos he caused. Oh boy, it'd been so long since Luke brought out his arsenal. Dab bot Jr, a classic. Lazer Douche was better for home use. But the Dick Cannon series, now those were perfect meme material. The young man had worked on versions that fired foam dongs instead of the plastic peens. Perfect for schwacking citizens with schlongs.
Luke loaded up a variety of his dumbest mobile "inventions" into his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. Two Dick Guns holstered in either pocket, and Dabby-Boy Jr ready for use. Kid had some frustrations he needed to work out, and what better way to do that than to cause some chaos.
Outside on the street level, life was calm. A gentle, steady breeze brushed against him. Many citizens had started decorating, while others made their own seasonal preparations. Little did they know, the holiday pranks were about to start early. Ooo, maybe I should make a TP Canon. Make it easier to cover houses. An egg launcher might be too mean spirited... but egg-shell confetti bombs? That might be an idea. Tis the season to be naughty.
A wide birth was given away from the apartment. Better not to have the neighbors hate Luke too much. Even if some might be good humored, that kind of local relationship was a risk the boy wasn't willing to take. While wandering, the young man considered many different things. Potential targets. Prankish inventions. Costume ideas for the haunt fest. A mix of a mummy and a demon sounded pretty neat, and already the blueprints for a TP-Trebuchet were being drawn in his mind. Additional ideas included the confetti-egg grenade launcher, a shoulder fired TP-Rifle, and a silly string thrower. Also an idea for a mechanical skeleton to playfully spook kids while they gathered treats.
At least the last one was more innocent.
Deeper into the shopping district, Luke looked for potential targets. Fingers dancing against the grip of his Schlong Shooter. The Dong Dispenser. Cowboy Cock Catapult. The gun that blammed out foam dicks into people's faces. Parents with children were no-go's. Dude had enough self control not to ruin a family outing. Families with Teenager's however, now those rebellious shits would definitely get a laugh out of their authority figure being schlonged. Really, anyone was a target save for the children and most elderly.
Finally, Luke picked his first target. While passing an open alley, the boy spun out one of his foam-flingers, took aim, and fired into the face of an angry old shop keep yelling at a group of teens. With a pop and a bop, the foam cock hit the man dead in the temple and bounced off, leaving the man in a state of shock as the crowd around him erupted in laughter. The shopkeeper's eyes locked onto Luke, who grinned devilishly. The boy flashed a two finger salute and ran off down the alley, chased by angry shouts and laughter that quickly faded into the background.
First target: Defeated.
Luke locked and loaded the next long dong dilder and looked for his next target. "Alright chucklefucks, who's next?"