<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/Cunttius_zpstgkoqpkw.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Cunttius Phallusmaxson</span></span></strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246486.msg12185070#msg12185070)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shack -> Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Trap friends (Bunni & Madison)<br/><hr/><br/>"Bhu-Huh? Hah! Wha- Whaz, where? Frinxes!" Cunttius awoke into a violent struggle as the githyanki kicked a door open. Overnight he had become a proper sleeping bag caterpillar to shield himself from the nightly 'communication' of Bunni. It wasn't like Cunttius disliked being groped by his cute friends, but he had to sleep too. The bagged Cunttius rolled on top of the other two inhabitants of the shack, ending up face towards the open door. Wide eyed he stared up at the intruder for a brief moment, until his brows curled into a frustrated frown.<br/><br/>A litle blush rose on the olympian's cheeks and ears. He didn't usually mind being called girly or girl, not by his friends, but spoken by a low-life like this it had an irritating ring to it. Cunttius decided right away that this guy was here just to bully them. He flopped around on the floor, bouncing his sleep bag on top of his friends basically. He began shouting in a high girly voice that commanded courage unfit to his pitch, "Huuuuh?! Who do you presume you are to command us peasant? We do not fear your allies. We are not intimidated by your pointlessly masculine bodies and condescending behavior! You better be prepared if you wish to evict us of our home, do you hear me?!"<br/><br/>Cunttius rolled off of Bunni and Madison once the enemy left, though he continued ranting. "I cannot believe they would attempt such banal deception. Who do they believe us to be?"<br/><br/>Eventually, either out of curiosity or due to fear of being bullied by bigger students, they had hauled what little belongings they had to the front door of the barn. The thing was right at the edge of the Dragon Turtle's shell, on verge of crumbing off the edge, yet it was still an improvement from their previous tool shed. Cunttius took a step forward to inspect the insignia. "This seems to be official," he announced. "Shall we proceed to investigate?"<br/><br/>After the first step Cunttius felt his heart sank a little. He noticed something. There was a lot of space. Would this mean they would finally sleep in separate rooms? He hadn't even realized how dependent he had grown on the closeness of his adorable new friends before. Cunttius frowned as he made an observation, sounding a little bit down as he did so, "It would seem we no longer have to pile in one corner for the night."