Finally getting this leaky oil pan gasket fixed. This thing is almost ready to hit the road again.
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Okay, it's horny week again, here I am again with new fandom thoughts
/Just yesterday I had the idea to draw a little sketch with another gay joke of mine, but due to the fact that I'm very busy and don't have time to do it, I'll leave this sketch here in print form
K-hEm--
Sota again convinces Thriffith to stop being shy about his feelings and to go to El Moco, to say a couple of compliments, if they are so close. And Thriffith would have agreed if it weren't for one "but": the moment he and Sota arrived at the thieves' market, he caught El Moco practicing his athletic skills.
Thriffith stares at the bandit's torso, at the way he lifts heavy weights, at the way he gets more buff by doing exercises to strengthen the muscles of his body.... Watching him, sweat like a sinner in church, his face flushed with color.
- Oh... - Thriff sighed, clenching his jaw tensely with his fingers.
- What's wrong? - A perplexed Sota asked.
- It's... It's very dangerous...
- Why?
- Because... Because you can't.
Thriffith had only one single rule he adhered to - stay away from El Moco during sports.
- Who told you that?
- I told myself that.
- You did? And you're just going to stick to this ban to the end?! - Sota was outraged, - What's so scary about this training?!
- It's not the training itself that I'm afraid of... - Thriffith almost mumbled.
- Then what is it?
The unsure assassin took a deep breath and pointed at El Moco with a look, saying:
- This.
Sota turned his head toward the Bandit King. His face contorted in amazement. The muscles of the Thieves Market's Chief Director were simply colossal. And the way the sweat droplets rolled down his body, which made his body glisten mesmerizingly in the light of the lanterns, - was a sight to behold.
- Wow... - Sota said in a muffled and almost hoarse voice, not taking his eyes off the Bandit King, - Yes, you're right, it's very difficult to control oneself under such circumstances...
- Yeah... You're right...
- You should definitely go to him. - Sota suddenly said, smiling with his 32 teeth.
- Uh-huh... Wait, what?! - Thriffith was surprised.
- You heard me.
- No! I'm not going in there for any reason!
- Oh, come on!
- I said I'm not going!
- Yes, you are! It'll be fine!
- Sota, you don't understand! It's... muscular mess! I'm not gonna survive in there! - Thriffith wouldn't stop, - They'll fuck me, turn me inside out, then fuck me again, and before you know it, I'll be spending my time in heaven! Or hell! It doesn't make any difference! You still think going to the bendits is a good idea?!
- ...Yes.
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