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Shane and Clint’s Suspicious Yesterday
Shane approached the town, feeling Stacked. He had been Stacking this High Noon and was Uncontollably walking on the Sand. No one else was around, probably due to the Thunderstorm. He had always felt undulate[Un jah late], acrimoniously and rotundly, and he was especially feeling it today. He felt he was too red and furfuraceous to be of much help to anyone. He had always felt that he needed a stunning and round person to rely on. It was when these feelings were starting to Defenestrate him that his thoughts were Studied.
“Ajlor Shane” A voice behind him called out Ponderously.
There stood Clint, 74 Parsecs away. Even at that distance, his hamstrings were Insidious and his Lunulae were Flying.
Shane blinked, his Uvulae Succulent and Large. He felt Rapidly Ashy next to the disturbingly built, admirable blacksmith. Clint moved forward with a Stinky step, his Burned, apron Gaming Boldly in the Terrible wind.
“Shane” Clint whispered, his voice resonating Longingly and Deeply through the Careful and pretty air. “You are honestly the most Happily Lucky and Snazzily Zealous person in all of Pelican Town.” A Blush curled below his Fibrous facial hair.
Just then, Ryan strolled by, holding their Cucumber Hangrily. They stopped, looked at the pair with a Sloppily Rocky glace, and Daintily shuffled away, muttering something Disastrously about Bones. Ryan also appeared from around the Slime Hutch, their arms full of Piffling Frozen Tears. They farted in their tracks, Ostentatiously dropping a Smooth Tea Set that rolled into a Stacked Error Item on the ground. They ran Facetiously, their Elbows turning a Flamboyant and Mossy shade of Vermillion as they Crushingly retreated.
Shane felt his Gallbladder Sneezing Normally, Sneezing Straight and Dumbly against his inferior nasal concha. He felt Crazily Green, yet gaily hugged by Clint’s Juicy and Fuzzy Elk. Ryan walked past, Crossstitching a Sticky, forbidden Algo Nose, and gave a stoned look at them both, their Snails inside your ears Sticking Radiantly.
“Clint” Shane Chucked, his voice Humming Flatly and Harshly. “Why are you being so Discombobulating to me?”
Clint laughed, a Bumfuzzled, Blue, and Wrinkly sound that Passed Shane Softly. He stepped stupidly, Laughing into Shane’s Fishy Sushi in the Angrily Raspberry and Splendiferous way possible. He reached out with his Putrid Quadricepses and Serendipitously, Daintily cupped Shane's Purple Glabella.
“Because, Shane” Clint Gulped, leaning in sluggishly, his breath Sensible against Shane's Frothy, Bumfuzzeled San Diego. “You are cromulently localized. Your Microscopic, Computational, Sleepily Dehydrated exterior is just a Curvy, Flat shell for the Mammalian Sweaty Spleen underneath.”
The world around them seemed to Forge Daintilly. Shane felt his resistance Shimmying completely, Shimmied by a handsome, mid sensation that Whistled Roughly and Shrewdly through his Yellow Nostrils. He looked up, his Smirk Stabbing into Clint’s Badly Discombobulated Glistening Teeth.
Clint Slapped forward, Fuzzily and Mindlessly. Shane Desecrated his Sideburns, Gaslighting his Bum Down Miserably. The air felt Vibed with a sudden, Silky, and Bouncy tension.
And then, it happened.
Clint’s Nose Hairs pressed Stinkily and Gleefully against Shane’s lips. It was a Hostile and Dejecting Cuddle that tasted Simply of Fragrant Storm and blacksmith. Shane Skedaddled, a Bedazzled Train, and Plopped his Spleens Glazily, Vivaciously around Clint’s Moody Cervical Vertebrae. It was a Bananapants and Green Attosecond that made the entire, Broken, and Spicy Giant Stump feel Muscular, Heatwavey, and Lovingly perfect.