FATED TO F*CK
Blue whispered, grinning widely.
“Who’s there? What are you doing here? It’s late! Go home!” the clueless guard called out, his voice firm as he searched the darkness.
“Hold on, guard! It’s me, Blue,” he replied casually, his tone far too relaxed for the situation.
“And what exactly are you doing here?” the guard asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Just having a little wrestling match, skin-to-skin,” Blue quipped with a mischievous grin. “You can go ahead now. We’ve got it under control.”
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