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The spreadsheets, the spreadsheet-ing, God, since when did he draw up his own spreadsheets, had been a pleasant distraction from his racing thoughts, but now?
"Come visit, Ant," He had said quietly over the phone a handful of hours before, exhausted then too, still awake now, "Once you're off the hook."
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Your typical voluntary side hustle of running the errands, cooking the personally requested meals, stoking the fires, painting the eyes, and buttoning the cassocks of your beloved Papa Emeritus the Third, had come to a screeching halt.
And fuck, you missed her.
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Young Papa II, here referred to lovingly as Dante, has a breakdown over a math test.
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You find Spamton on a stormy night and just can't let him sit out in the rain. You take him home, and find he gets a little too excited by being touched. Lucky for him, you don't mind one bit.
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Tired of just being a prop around the studio, Spamton decides to take some initiative and clean up the dressing room his new boss refuses to let him into. Inside, he finds an even bigger mess than he expected. And his boss doesn't take too kindly to folks sticking their noses where they don't belong. Even if they are the mailman he'd kill and die for.
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Tenna was usually an incredibly vanilla guy, all holding hands and missionary, gentle kisses and warm afterglow, that was his ideal sex. Or so he thought. He'd been utterly tormented with sexual fantasies, fantasies about his co-star, Spamton. And after he invites him over to his place for a bit of booze and fun, he ends up discovering something about himself.
He really likes being Spamton's dog.
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Fuck, how could he even begin? He was much better with his words before, and even now, still could have probably gotten the point across if he also didn’t desperately want Tenna to do it anyway, in spite of it all. To defile himself with it, to accept each and every one of his sins and to still want him just like he had before.
Or, Spamton and Tenna have tentatively started again after the events of Chapter 3, and in spite of Tenna’s signature over-eagerness, Spamton cannot convince himself that anybody could love him the way he is now. Tenna, as usual, proves him wrong.
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tenna’s hands jerk up next to his sides, almost nervous spamton would lose his balance. the addison pauses, looking down at the hands by his side for a moment before turning his attention to tenna, who seemed to lose all interest in their game. slowly, almost as if waiting for spamton to lash out or kick him, he lowers his hands to settle over spamton’s waist. when spamton doesn’t squirm, yell, or bite, tenna chuckles, the sound barely more than a puff of disbelief.
their faces are so close, spamton can feel the humming from the screen against his face, could almost feel tenna’s mechanics whirring under his chassis.
or in which spamton gets called in late to help tenna with a project, and in which spamton grapples with how badly he wants tenna
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- Part 1 of discs, dinners, and diatribes