CO: Hewo. (Hello.) FASH: Hi! How's my two favorite chibis? CT: Fiwn. (Fine.) FASH: Good, now to start up the story! Oh! And bfore I forget, someone wanted to know what voulez vous choucher avec moi ment, well ....blush It means blush will you have sex with me. CT: 0.0 CO: o.0 FASH: I think I have corrupted the children.
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Tyson had calmed down and stopped dancing just in time to hear the doorbell ring.
"I wonder who that could be?" He pondered aloud.
"It's probably the food your grandpa said was coming." Ozuma replied.
"You're right." Tyson eyes widened and he mock cried. "Oh Ozuma, what would I even do without you?" He mega glopmed Ozuma, sending them both sprawling on he floor.
Ozuma tired to fight off the blush that was splashing onto his face.
"Little dudes! The food's here." Tyson's grandpa called.
"Let's go!" Tyson said enthusiastically as he pulled Ozuma up and raced to the kitchen.
After eating Tyson dragged Ozuma back to the dojo.
"What now?" Tyson asked excitedly, he'd never had a sleep over before, or been to one.
"I don't know." Ozuma said in his normal, uncaring way.
"Hmmmmmm." Tyson thought for a while, before his eyes widened and began to sparkle with glee. "Ozuma! Can you teach me to play poker?"
"Well...." Ozuma trailed off, poker wasn't quite the thing he had on his mind right now.
"Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeeee?" And Ozuma learned rule number one when dealing with Tyson, never looking into his puppy dog eyes.
'So cute. Must...... Stand firm. Resistance breaking. Damn.' "Fine." Ozuma said unenthusiastically.
"YAY!" Tyson glomped Ozuma again.
And Ozuma went through the long and torturous ways of teaching Tyson how to play poker.
"I think you're finally ready for a game." Ozuma said, Tyson was pretty good, but, Ozuma smirked, he knew he was better. "And why don't we make this more interesting?"
"More interesting? What do you mean Ozuma?" Tyson asked, eyes sparkling with the excitement of learning a new game and it becoming more fun.
"Well, we could always play." Ozuma paused dramatically. "Strip poker."
Tyson ecstatic face first was drained of all colour, then he blushed heavily, his face looking for all the world like a cherry.
"S.St.Strip?" Tyson stuttered.
"Oh come on. We're both guys, nothing we haven't seen before right." Ozuma said as he crossed his arms over his chest. 'And it just so happens I'm going to win.' He smiled subconsciously.
"Okay, I guess." Tyson said, the blush had gone down some, but was still there.
"Good." 'ALRIGHT!' Ozuma thought happily as he dealt the cards.
(I don't know how to play poker, so I'll just say who won. Which is obvious.)
Ozuma won the first round, Tyson reluctantly parted with his baseball cap. It was, surprisingly, Tyson who won the next round, Ozuma took off his earring.
"No fair. You have an earring, gloves and you've been playing poker longer than I have." Tyson complained, but Ozuma just smirked.
"And you knew all that before you agreed to play." Ozuma said smugly. Ozuma won once more and Tyson took off his left glove. Ozuma won again and Tyson took off his right glove. But some miracle Tyson won the next round and Ozuma took off one of his gloves. Ozuma won the next and Tyson took off his red vest. Ozuma was ecstatic, a few more rounds and Tyson would have to take his shirt off! Ozuma won the next two rounds and Tyson had to take off his two socks. Tyson won the next round and Ozuma took off one sock. 'One more round and Tyson takes off his shirt! YES! I'll finally see what he's hiding under there!' (Rach: A ferret! Lid: Draco Malfoy? OMG!)
Ozuma won and Tyson slowly pulled up his shirt, revealing his toned chest. Noticing Ozuma's intense stare he muttered. "Kendo does a lot for the body."
'I'll bet.' Ozuma was nearly drooling, Tyson's torso couldn't compare to his own well toned chest, that was plainly visible because of his vest, but it was still a sight to gawk at.
'Why is he still staring at me?' Tyson thought nervously as he fiddled with his shorts.
Ozuma snapped back to reality. 'Another round won, and I'll see Tyson in only his boxers. I wonder what kind he wears?' Ozuma started thinking very perverse ways he could find out what kind Tyson wore. 'Imagine if he didn't wear any at all.' Ozuma began to mentally drool at the thought of Tyson totally nude.
"This'll be the last round okay, I don't want to totally strip down, because I just know my grandpa will come in and get the wrong idea." Tyson said in embarrassment, a light flush covered his cheeks at the thought of what his G-dad would say at that particular sight.
"Fine." 'To bad, I'm sure that Tyson is really hot.' Ozuma thought.
Ozuma ended up winning, and couldn't help but smile when Tyson blushed.
"Now now, rules of the game are one article of clothing per loss." Ozuma mentally cheered. 'Yes! Yes! YES!' (It's like Herbal Essence.)
Tyson slowly pulled off his shorts, showing his navy blue boxers....That had little yellow stars on them.... (Aaaaawwwwww! That's so cute!)
FASH: Let's just leave it there. CO: NOOOO! CT: Cries FASH: Sweatdrop Don't worry guys, I'll post the next chapter soon. I promise. CO and CT:
""-speech ''-thoughts
Tyson had calmed down and stopped dancing just in time to hear the doorbell ring.
"I wonder who that could be?" He pondered aloud.
"It's probably the food your grandpa said was coming." Ozuma replied.
"You're right." Tyson eyes widened and he mock cried. "Oh Ozuma, what would I even do without you?" He mega glopmed Ozuma, sending them both sprawling on he floor.
Ozuma tired to fight off the blush that was splashing onto his face.
"Little dudes! The food's here." Tyson's grandpa called.
"Let's go!" Tyson said enthusiastically as he pulled Ozuma up and raced to the kitchen.
After eating Tyson dragged Ozuma back to the dojo.
"What now?" Tyson asked excitedly, he'd never had a sleep over before, or been to one.
"I don't know." Ozuma said in his normal, uncaring way.
"Hmmmmmm." Tyson thought for a while, before his eyes widened and began to sparkle with glee. "Ozuma! Can you teach me to play poker?"
"Well...." Ozuma trailed off, poker wasn't quite the thing he had on his mind right now.
"Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeeee?" And Ozuma learned rule number one when dealing with Tyson, never looking into his puppy dog eyes.
'So cute. Must...... Stand firm. Resistance breaking. Damn.' "Fine." Ozuma said unenthusiastically.
"YAY!" Tyson glomped Ozuma again.
And Ozuma went through the long and torturous ways of teaching Tyson how to play poker.
"I think you're finally ready for a game." Ozuma said, Tyson was pretty good, but, Ozuma smirked, he knew he was better. "And why don't we make this more interesting?"
"More interesting? What do you mean Ozuma?" Tyson asked, eyes sparkling with the excitement of learning a new game and it becoming more fun.
"Well, we could always play." Ozuma paused dramatically. "Strip poker."
Tyson ecstatic face first was drained of all colour, then he blushed heavily, his face looking for all the world like a cherry.
"S.St.Strip?" Tyson stuttered.
"Oh come on. We're both guys, nothing we haven't seen before right." Ozuma said as he crossed his arms over his chest. 'And it just so happens I'm going to win.' He smiled subconsciously.
"Okay, I guess." Tyson said, the blush had gone down some, but was still there.
"Good." 'ALRIGHT!' Ozuma thought happily as he dealt the cards.
(I don't know how to play poker, so I'll just say who won. Which is obvious.)
Ozuma won the first round, Tyson reluctantly parted with his baseball cap. It was, surprisingly, Tyson who won the next round, Ozuma took off his earring.
"No fair. You have an earring, gloves and you've been playing poker longer than I have." Tyson complained, but Ozuma just smirked.
"And you knew all that before you agreed to play." Ozuma said smugly. Ozuma won once more and Tyson took off his left glove. Ozuma won again and Tyson took off his right glove. But some miracle Tyson won the next round and Ozuma took off one of his gloves. Ozuma won the next and Tyson took off his red vest. Ozuma was ecstatic, a few more rounds and Tyson would have to take his shirt off! Ozuma won the next two rounds and Tyson had to take off his two socks. Tyson won the next round and Ozuma took off one sock. 'One more round and Tyson takes off his shirt! YES! I'll finally see what he's hiding under there!' (Rach: A ferret! Lid: Draco Malfoy? OMG!)
Ozuma won and Tyson slowly pulled up his shirt, revealing his toned chest. Noticing Ozuma's intense stare he muttered. "Kendo does a lot for the body."
'I'll bet.' Ozuma was nearly drooling, Tyson's torso couldn't compare to his own well toned chest, that was plainly visible because of his vest, but it was still a sight to gawk at.
'Why is he still staring at me?' Tyson thought nervously as he fiddled with his shorts.
Ozuma snapped back to reality. 'Another round won, and I'll see Tyson in only his boxers. I wonder what kind he wears?' Ozuma started thinking very perverse ways he could find out what kind Tyson wore. 'Imagine if he didn't wear any at all.' Ozuma began to mentally drool at the thought of Tyson totally nude.
"This'll be the last round okay, I don't want to totally strip down, because I just know my grandpa will come in and get the wrong idea." Tyson said in embarrassment, a light flush covered his cheeks at the thought of what his G-dad would say at that particular sight.
"Fine." 'To bad, I'm sure that Tyson is really hot.' Ozuma thought.
Ozuma ended up winning, and couldn't help but smile when Tyson blushed.
"Now now, rules of the game are one article of clothing per loss." Ozuma mentally cheered. 'Yes! Yes! YES!' (It's like Herbal Essence.)
Tyson slowly pulled off his shorts, showing his navy blue boxers....That had little yellow stars on them.... (Aaaaawwwwww! That's so cute!)
FASH: Let's just leave it there. CO: NOOOO! CT: Cries FASH: Sweatdrop Don't worry guys, I'll post the next chapter soon. I promise. CO and CT: