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>>68490413
>Daily fight for control of the TV now commences. I'm not letting these fucking lunatics make us watch another second of storage wars or my six-hundred pound life. We're watching some good old classic movies. I reach for the remote and notice a hand starting at it the same as I do.
>"Wes, no." I growl out.
>"C'mon Wendy. Just a bit?"
>"Absolutely not. We can all enjoy-" I peek up to the scheduling "Die Hard 2 or we can leave the TV off." He shrivels at my stern tone. Yet still the remote shoots out from under my hand.
>I whip my head around to see Wendall sheepishly holding the remote to his chest.
>"Wendall." I point an open palm at him. He nods no like a child. Fine, we do this the hard way.
>I dive at him but he scrambles off the couch. I make chase on all fours as he runs in circles, playing keep away. Once I finally get my hands on him he manages to open pass it back to Wes. Shocked and confused Wes scrambles to pass back the hot potato.
>We keep this routine up for a few moments before I finally manage to pin Wendall down while he's still got the remote. Triumphantly I rip it from his hands and bellow a victory cry.
>"HAH!" I point my snout down at him while he pouts. A click from the front door tells me Anon's coming home.
>I sit up to look over to him as he enters the front door.
>"...You good?" He's a bit apprehensive as he addresses me.
>I glance down to see our housemates now vanished, my own tail under me being choked out while a pillow on the couch slumps over from it's propped position.
>"Am now. Hey you wanna watch Die Hard 2?" I spring up and dust myself off as I join Anon in the kitchen.
Fin, short.
>>68490448
>>68490532
Someone go grab me the screenshots of the latest parts so I don't have to dig through my archives. I plan on these today if I can.
>>68490437
Next.
>Daily fight for control of the TV now commences. I'm not letting these fucking lunatics make us watch another second of storage wars or my six-hundred pound life. We're watching some good old classic movies. I reach for the remote and notice a hand starting at it the same as I do.
>"Wes, no." I growl out.
>"C'mon Wendy. Just a bit?"
>"Absolutely not. We can all enjoy-" I peek up to the scheduling "Die Hard 2 or we can leave the TV off." He shrivels at my stern tone. Yet still the remote shoots out from under my hand.
>I whip my head around to see Wendall sheepishly holding the remote to his chest.
>"Wendall." I point an open palm at him. He nods no like a child. Fine, we do this the hard way.
>I dive at him but he scrambles off the couch. I make chase on all fours as he runs in circles, playing keep away. Once I finally get my hands on him he manages to open pass it back to Wes. Shocked and confused Wes scrambles to pass back the hot potato.
>We keep this routine up for a few moments before I finally manage to pin Wendall down while he's still got the remote. Triumphantly I rip it from his hands and bellow a victory cry.
>"HAH!" I point my snout down at him while he pouts. A click from the front door tells me Anon's coming home.
>I sit up to look over to him as he enters the front door.
>"...You good?" He's a bit apprehensive as he addresses me.
>I glance down to see our housemates now vanished, my own tail under me being choked out while a pillow on the couch slumps over from it's propped position.
>"Am now. Hey you wanna watch Die Hard 2?" I spring up and dust myself off as I join Anon in the kitchen.
Fin, short.
>>68490448
>>68490532
Someone go grab me the screenshots of the latest parts so I don't have to dig through my archives. I plan on these today if I can.
>>68490437
Next.