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Anonymous Tue 24 Sep 2024 22:51:06 No.69441885 Report

>>69441847
Anon walks in on Naser trying a new outfit. Lewd tone or funny is up to you

Anonymous Tue 24 Sep 2024 23:44:54 No.69443325 Report

>>69441885

>I tap on the doorframe as I step into Naser's room, coming to ask him for something Fang lent him.
>"Hey Naser Fang wa-" I cut myself off as I look at the guy, turning to face me. That's one hell of a leather jacket he's trying on. I get only a glimpse of the lettering on the back, "Fuck the World." Big blocky white lettering.
>He beams at me as he turns.
>"Oh hey perfect timing, check this out." He does a little pirouette, showing the thing off in full. It's not a bad jacket but it's something I'd think I'd see a biker wearing, not an upper-class Ptero. I cringe a bit and start to try to move the conversation towards the lint roller he was currently in possession of.
>It's ineffective. "Look I'm just here f-"
>"Cool, right? Thought I'd take a page out of Fang's book and try some real, 'bad-boy' stuff. Think Naomi will like it?"
>She's going to pop a bloodvessel. You know what I think I want to see that. I put the lint roller on the backburner.
>"Sure, you should definitely surprise her Monday. She'd love that." I stifle a snort as he beams, looking over himself in the mirror.
>"Oh hey I actually got a second one, wrong type, though. No wing holes. You know..." I already see where he's going with this and try to bat it down. I'm instead struck in shock as he picks up the maroon jacket hanging on the rack, turning it around.
>That doesn't say Fuck the World. Oh god.
>"Pretty radical if I do say so myself. You wanna try it on? Bet it's about your size."
>I step back and try my absolute best to get away. I hit a wall. Shit.
>"Look, Naser that's cool but I really am just here for the lin-"
>In a flash I find he's on me, one arm already int the thing.
>"Oh don't be a prude. You're dating Fang after all, cmon!"
>He wrestles it on me quickly and steps back. I lock up as I realize that he wasn't wrong. Fits like a glove and is pretty comfortable to boot. If you ignore the fact that the second I'm seen in this it's the end of my social life.
cont, one more.

Anonymous Tue 24 Sep 2024 23:53:42 No.69443527 Report

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>>69443325

>My heart just about drops out through my ass as I hear footsteps from behind. Fang's voice getting louder as she approaches.
>"I just wanted you to get the damned lint roller. The hell is taking....so...long?"
>Before she can fully see me I've made my way all the way to the opposite wall, planting the back of this jacket up against it. Not a chance.
>"The hell are you two doing?" She folds her arms as Naser happily glances between us.
>"Check this out, Fang." He flexes and turns, posing.
>Fang blinks wildly. "Woah. Really? That's...not actually bad, Naser. Huh."
>She steps forward and inspects it with her hand as he does a little fashion show. I slowly try to slip out of mine but am caught as Fang points a gaze up at me.
>"You got one, too?"
>I try to wave it off, "Oh nah this is Naser's he just thought it might fit me but it doesn't so I'm going to take it off now and-"
>My horrible run-on is ended as Naser grabs at my arm.
>"Oh come on, dude. Show them."
>Despite my best efforts to not be seen in this loaded gun I find my back pointed at Fang. I brace as the inevitable comes from her.
>"...it says Pissfaggot."
>Naser chirps back, "I know, right? What a powerful way to say 'I don't give a single shit about society', right?"
>I slowly shut my eyes and ready for the laughter and cackling. Quiet, too quiet.
>Right up until I hear the worst words I could possibly hear from her.
>"Hey, turn around, Naser." I slowly turn my gaze up as he does, standing next to me and posing.
>Her pink phone turned sideways. I wish for nothing more to not exist in that moment as I watch her take a photo.
>I can't move at all. Fang smiles widely at the picture. "Anyway I just want the lint roller. And quit holding up my boyfriend with your little fashion show." She moves over to grab the thing off her dresser as I take the moment to shed my shame and scramble after her.
>Naser waves us off as I join Fang's side. A small giggle from her. "You're keeping that jacket."

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