B-B-Bonus Chapterrrr
*Click*
You: "Iyami. 'Yami. Where's my face? Where's my faaaaaceeeee???"
Iyami: "You're still looking for your face, zansu!?!?"
*Click*
*Click*
The recording started with sound of liquid being poured.
Iyami: "(Name)! (Naaaaame)! (Name-y) looooooook~!" Me's bathing in this stuff, zansu!
Approaching footsteps could be heard.
You:"Cowabunga, motherfucker! "
Iyami:"OOF! What are you a ninja turtle, zansu?"
You: If im a ninja turtle, then you're my surfboard! Surfboard! Drunk in LOOOOOoooooOOOOOooooove!!!!
*Click*
Laughter filled the room like clouds fill the sky.
"What time is it, zansu?"
You glanced at a random, yet cute, Kitty clock.
"1:35. This isn't our house, but fuck it. The owners people are on vacation anyway."
"Oui. We have plenty of time, zansu."
*Click*
....
Nothing was heard.
"Aw, I guess that's it." You said, kind of sad it was over. It was fun listening to all
the bad karaoke sessions, creepily deep conversations, and stupid questions followed by equally idiotic answers.
Iyami sighed. "Me's keeping this, zansu."
"Hah! Noooooo," You grabbed the square apparatus and tugged it out of his hand. "I'm keeping this."
After getting into a little tug-o-war session, Iyami was able to yank it from you. He was about to stick it in his breast pocket, but that's when you both realized something.
You were both wearing each other's clothes.
How had you not noticed before!?!?
No wonder your clothes felt loose!
"Damn, we must've really partied hard."
"Tell me something—" Iyami started with sass but was cut off by a...
...w-was that?
*Click*
"I-I'm a pro at this, zansu! Just...wait!"
"Pro!? A-Ah! Y-You're not even hitting my—AUGHHHhhhhnnnDaddy~!"
"That's right, say it again, zansu."
"D-Daddy~!"
"F-Fuck, we're getting married after this, zansu~! You're so t—
*Click*
Silence flooded the room and hung there....
Until you decided to open your big mouth.
"...That explains why my ass is sore."