Anon’s VoidGUI Stash for Nefarious Intents and Purposes
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“I bet I could hold my piss longer than you could.”
007n7 had hardly even opened the door to he and Noli’s dorm before Noli said it.
He froze mid-motion where he stood in the doorway. Blinked. Looked around the room, as if he could find out where out of the blue this question came from if he looked hard enough. Predictably, there was no answer to be found.
“You— what?”
Noli makes a bet he cannot keep, and 007n7 wants a fair game. It's not his fault how things turn out.
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Summers were the worst, Noli decided. It was too hot to go out— the sun and the humidity had a way of sapping all the energy out of you until you felt just about ready to collapse. If Noli tried to bundle up to shield his skin from the glaring sunlight and stray mosquitoes, a part of him is convinced he’d melt and seep away into the cracks between the asphalt the moment he got out of the apartment. It was miserable, spending all day lying around in hopes of things finally cooling off in the evening.
“Sev,” he groans, turning his head. “I think I’m gonna die. Tell me you have something to make it colder… make it snow. Turn off the sun.”
An effort to cool down from the summer heat turns into something much more dubious.
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“...Half an hour.” Noli speaks slowly, testing the waters. Whose waters, he has no idea—he didn’t plan for this. He’s yes, anding, backed into an improvisational corner. “We eat as much as possible. Whoever eats the most wins.”
“Okay… and winner gets leftovers?”
“And bragging rights.”
The chair creaks as 007n7 leans back, huffing through his nose with crossed arms. “You aren’t usually the type to make a bet you know you can’t win.”
“Well—maybe you just haven’t seen me try."
Noli makes yet another bet—but this time, he knows full well he can't win. What's supposed to be an apology meal for something 007n7 can't remember turns into something neither of them will forget.
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