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Brad knew he was pretty. No news there.
…but was he AI pretty?
He didn’t feel real real. While there, Brad didn’t know how to feel real real in the first place. Did anyone know?
In the spirit of keeping it real Brad’s boyfriend Chris answered with a stark “No.” Chris then went on to explain not a single soul had a clue as to why we were all on this tiny planet hurtling through interstellar space at ungodly speeds.
After three seconds of pouted silence, Brad demanded to know once again if he was not pretty but AI pretty.
Chris said Brad was ‘as plastic as they come’ not after pointing out plastic was as real as anything else. “You want to get real real Brad? Just look at our oceans. Even sea salt was loaded with microplastics now. Nothing out of the ocean was safe. It was pink Himalayan or bust.”
Before Chris could go any further, Brad announced that he decided he’d ask their friend Becky when she got back from the taco stand. She was straight so could hypothetically give a straight answer. It wasn’t ideal but his boyfriend’s roundabout just wasn’t cutting it.
Brad then paused to look around. “Where was Becky anyway?
Chris replied, “Really Brad? Really?!?”
That’s when Becky sauntered up from behind Chris with a basket of fresh steamy tacos. She asked the boys for the last time if they were really down for eating all this given they were both out.
It was quite a spread and the meat had the same consistency as cottage cheese but it wasn’t Taco Bell nor its knock off Taco Bueno. It was some local man from Pennsylvania who made them. His name was Hanz Bergenstein. That stuck out to Becky for some reason.
Brad and Chris were very quick to respond. They were not up or down with the taco scene. Becky thought this might be the case.
Pulling her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose so she could make eye contact with Brad and Chris, Becky mentioned it was a good thing it was a Saturday. There was no way they’d be sitting next to a group of stuntmen from the Monster Truck Show tomorrow. It was one night only and always on a Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.
No one knew why the day of the show needed to be repeated three times when it actually occurred in the evening but that’s what presented itself. The Monster Truck Show never started before 5-5:30pm so the organizers wouldn’t be inclined to extend the truck rally and inadvertently cause a mass suffocation in an unsuspecting domed stadium.
As it was, everyone would get light headed just one hour in. The show of course was without a story line and absolutely terrible, but the fumes more than made up for it. Mix in the local beer, busty girls as well as some good ol’ fashioned Red Bull, and let’s be honest. It really didn’t matter what was going on. That’s a good time despite any controversy!
To that, Becky asked Brad and Chris if 5pm was technically still daytime. Brad pointed out it was a slightly delicate yes and no situation that included the whole daylight savings mess. That seemed like a lot to him for a casual day at the pool.
Chris agreed and then threw in a memo stating that spring forward/fall back thing just needed to die already. Becky said it was one of many horrifying things that would die naturally with the Boomers as they finally made their way out to which Brad and Chris replied a nearly automated “Here. Here.”
With that, the controversy tabled itself for another time. Becky then announced she needed to take advantage of the situation so she could get the stuntmen to take advantage of her. Flipping her hair in a tizzy Becky then spun a perfect 180 to showcase her taco basket to the heterosexuals. The three men let out a faint gasp.
Becky was real real real and felt real real real too. Before fully launching herself gaily forward into the world of straights, she paused to give Brad an answer to a question he had yet to ask of her.
“Brad, you’re not AI pretty. You’re REAL pretty! P.S. you’re REAL pretty too Chris.”
Awe! Becky was the real real deal!!!
And just like that, Becky was off like like her swimsuit in 45 minutes. It would take Brad and Chris a good ten to get theirs off mostly because both felt slightly bloated from smelling the tacos. It took four of those minutes just to realize the taco stand was only ten feet away. Madonna saved the world in that amount of time.
Obviously, tacos were evil.
What Brad and Chris needed was a tall cool glass or two of cucumber water. To Brad and Chris’ delight they gulped down three that day. Why don’t we say it was a vurrrry hot afternoon to every degree and leave it at that.
Mmmmm… cucumber.
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“Kuh....”
With a pained groan, the tiger steadily sank onto one knee, grabbing his right arm which was severely bleeding from the huge gash that left its mark on his limb as a seething pain was aching throughout his whole body.
Despite being covered in claw marks and bruises all over his body, parts of his clothes tattered and ripped, Shir could not let himself give up so easily; especially so due to what was on the line.
Soft footsteps approached the heavily injured man, stopping just right in front of him. He moved his gaze upwards to look at the source, only to find the color of the sea and the color of the forest were looking down upon him with disappointment and fury obvious in their steely gaze.
“Pathetic,” the voice, that of which was of a young girl’s, but deeper in a way wherein it sounded like it could easily cut into one’s body, spoke, “... is this all that you got? Pathetic. Disappointing. Worthless. Really, how could someone like you actually be my older brother.”
Older brother.
It had been years since Shir had last heard those words come out of the girl’s mouth.
His little sister, Lala.
She had left on her own at just the age of 9 without saying a word to anyone, and now reuniting with her after nearly eight years... only to end up in what could be only called a [death match], with stakes on both sides to gain and to lose.
If Shir won, then Lala would have to leave this extremely rabid and dangerous lifestyle behind and attend the same school that he himself had attended and just graduated from fairly recently. If Lala won, then Shir would have to forever get out of her sights and never reappear ever again, effectively cutting all and remaining ties to her family, to her clan.
The older man didn’t want to have to resort to fighting his own younger sibling but there was no other choice that the white tiger would accept, thus they came to trade blows until one of them surrenders... or one of them dies.
They had been exchanging punches and attacks from what felt like hours until the battle had reached this point.
“... Are you mocking me?” Lala practically spat as she shot a death glare at her older brother, her odd-eyes appearing to glow as her face was shadowed over her face due to lighting behind her.
“What do you mean?” Shir replied, sounding a bit puzzled. Although, perhaps, he already knew what she meant, but he just decided to not bring it up.
Quickly tired of his wishy-washy attempt to sneakily brush off that topic, the young girl quickly aimed for a quick spin-kick directly aimed at the man’s face. Just barely dodging it by a hair’s breadth, Shir very quickly jumped back on to his feet a few feet away from Lala, who rapidly closed the distance he tried to create by putting all of her strength into her feet and legs, leaping towards him to deliver a jump hook spin kick.
The orange-haired man managed to block it just in time, but due to the fact that the kick was aimed to the right side of his face, Shir had to use his bleeding and severely injured right arm to block the attack, causing him to wince twice; both from the kick itself and the recoil that one kick gave him, as he went almost flying to the side were it not for the fact that he planted his feet onto the ground firmly and thankfully he only ended up skidding across the ground, although the undersides of his feet were aching with a dull yet hot sensation as if they were on hot charcoal.
“Fight me seriously!! GODDAMNIT!!!” Lala yelled, her voice seemingly straining near the end with frustration and a foreign emotion as she gritted her teeth, preparing for another attack. A vexed look appeared on Shir’s face as he deeply inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm his mind.
No more hesitating.
Steadily, the tiger opened his eyes, his blue orbs now as clear like the unclouded azure sky, as they locked on what was in front of him.
Doubts in one’s conviction leads to the dulling of the fists.
Moving into an attack stance, he clenched his fists even tighter than before, his muscles tightening up from anticipation, and his pupils narrowing with complete focus.
If you have something you wish to attain...
Only seconds passed by before the two tigers lunged at each other.
Then you must be prepared to fight like a beast.
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