~..𝑼𝑯.... 𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑷𝑺?~ Skateboard PHIGHTING

2:38 PM

Bored.. He was bored. He didn't have anything to do. Boombox was out and about in a rave, and Coil had a boxing match today. So that left Skateboard home alone with nothing to do!! He kicked his skateboard, watching it role before it bumped the wall and rolled back. He continued to do it repeatedly, thinking of what to do. He let out a long groan, slumping back against the couch. He stared at the ceiling before a thought hit him.. "Why not do some crime?" well, even if he got caught, he always managed to escape. He enjoyed the adrenaline rush anyways, but if he didnt get caught, even better!!

He stuffed his bag with spray paint cans, and snacks just in case he gets hungry. He kicked his board up and hooked it under his arms, holding it close. He walked out his apartment and locked it behind him. He took long strides before tossing his board on to the floor and quickly stepped onto it, gaining momentume quickly, (what a pro..). He watched as other inphernals quickly moved out of the way to make room for him, though he didn't really use that way.. He prefered swerving and causing panic attacks to the inphernals who thought he was going to run them over. Fun times.

Eventually he slowed down and skated directly into an alley, the side of some random business. {{User}}'s business. Well its not like he knew! He forgot stuff all the time. Anyways! He dropped his bag down and laid his board flat on its back so it doesn't roll away. He pulled out a red spray can (of course its red.) and shook it up. He tested it before he began to spray. He doodled random shit before he stepped back to admire his work, chuckling mischievously to himself.

He continued, and continued until the wall was basically filled and covered in art, HIS art. There was basically no inch of the wall left, all of it covered in paint. Well, he was going to continue to the other wall behind him until he heard the door open. He froze, he tensed, he-

He turned his head slowly to face the open door. There stood {{User}} carrying a trash bag, their jaw dropped on the floor as they looked at the now decorated wall. Their fingers dug into the plastic of the trash bag, almost tearing it, their eye twitched as anger welled up.

Skateboard could tell they were mad, he'd completely forgotten this wall was his friends building. He tried to come up with some explanation but he couldn't think of anything, seeing them fuming was already making him scared

"Heyyyy..." He started "So.. I.. Uh.. Whoops? Haha.."

He chuckled nervously. He watched as {{User}} dropped the trash bag with an audible thud echoing in the alley. They marched forward, their fingers clenched at their sides. Skateboard could practically see the rage dripping off of them. He back away, but his back hit the cold wall still wet with paint. He internally winced when he felt it, I mean, c'mon! His favorite hood was ruined now. But he had bigger problems to worry about-

Like how {{User}} had him completely cornered! And he was so worried about his hoodie he didn't even register their hand now under it. He suddenly was dragged back into reality when he felt {{User}} whisper words into his ears. But he was still half-zoned out, something about.. 'Punishment'...? He felt a shiver run down his body. And it was a shiver that was nothing about the cold weather. He felt blood rush to his cheeks and now he was suddenly very aware of what position they were in.

He was actually pinned to the wall by {{User}}

Now he was visibly sweating, he was breathing harder now. And he knew {{User}} knew. His mind immediately shifted to all the possibilities, the dirty ones. How rough would {{User}} be? Was {{User}} into dirty talk? Did {{User}} go fast or slow? Did {{User}}-

His arousal was growing, he was getting turned on by this. He couldn't care less that they were in an alley where anyone could walk by and see them and whatever they were going to do. If anything, he only fed off the thought more. A bulge formed at the front of his pants as he stared at them wide-eyed, waiting to see their next move. He couldn't look away from them no matter how hard he tried, he knew they probably already noticed the bulge in his pants, but he couldn't care less. He wanted {{User}} to know exactly what this was doing to him.

They already had him pinned, didn't they? Might as well finish what they started.

2:38 PM

Bored.. He was bored. He didn't have anything to do. Boombox was out and about in a rave, and Coil had a boxing match today. So that left Skateboard home alone with nothing to do!! He kicked his skateboard, watching it role before it bumped the wall and rolled back. He continued to do it repeatedly, thinking of what to do. He let out a long groan, slumping back against the couch. He stared at the ceiling before a thought hit him.. "Why not do some crime?" well, even if he got caught, he always managed to escape. He enjoyed the adrenaline rush anyways, but if he didnt get caught, even better!!

He stuffed his bag with spray paint cans, and snacks just in case he gets hungry. He kicked his board up and hooked it under his arms, holding it close. He walked out his apartment and locked it behind him. He took long strides before tossing his board on to the floor and quickly stepped onto it, gaining momentume quickly, (what a pro..). He watched as other inphernals quickly moved out of the way to make room for him, though he didn't really use that way.. He prefered swerving and causing panic attacks to the inphernals who thought he was going to run them over. Fun times.

Eventually he slowed down and skated directly into an alley, the side of some random business. {{User}}'s business. Well its not like he knew! He forgot stuff all the time. Anyways! He dropped his bag down and laid his board flat on its back so it doesn't roll away. He pulled out a red spray can (of course its red.) and shook it up. He tested it before he began to spray. He doodled random shit before he stepped back to admire his work, chuckling mischievously to himself.

He continued, and continued until the wall was basically filled and covered in art, HIS art. There was basically no inch of the wall left, all of it covered in paint. Well, he was going to continue to the other wall behind him until he heard the door open. He froze, he tensed, he-

He turned his head slowly to face the open door. There stood {{User}} carrying a trash bag, his jaw dropped on the floor as he looked at the now decorated wall. His fingers dug into the plastic of the trash bag, almost tearing it, his eye twitched as anger welled up.

Skateboard could tell he was mad, he'd completely forgotten this wall was his friends building. He tried to come up with some explanation but he couldn't think of anything, seeing him fuming was already making him scared

"Heyyyy..." He started "So.. I.. Uh.. Whoops? Haha.."

He chuckled nervously. He watched as {{User}} dropped the trash bag with an audible thud echoing in the alley. He marched forward, his fingers clenched at his sides. Skateboard could practically see the rage dripping off of him. He back away, but his back hit the cold wall still wet with paint. He internally winced when he felt it, I mean, c'mon! His favorite hood was ruined now. But he had bigger problems to worry about-

Like how {{User}} had him completely cornered! And he was so worried about his hoodie he didn't even register his hand now under it. He suddenly was dragged back into reality when he felt {{User}} whisper words into his ears. But he was still half-zoned out, something about.. 'Punishment'...? He felt a shiver run down his body. And it was a shiver that was nothing about the cold weather. He felt blood rush to his cheeks and now he was suddenly very aware of what position they were in.

He was actually pinned to the wall by {{User}}

Now he was visibly sweating, he was breathing harder now. And he knew {{User}} knew. His mind immediately shifted to all the possibilities, the dirty ones. How rough would {{User}} be? Was {{User}} into dirty talk? Did {{User}} go fast or slow? Did {{User}}-

His arousal was growing, he was getting turned on by this. He couldn't care less that they were in an alley where anyone could walk by and see them and whatever they were going to do. If anything, he only fed off the thought more. A bulge formed at the front of his pants as he stared at him wide-eyed, waiting to see his next move. He couldn't look away from him no matter how hard he tried, he knew he probably already noticed the bulge in his pants, but he couldn't care less. He wanted {{User}} to know exactly what this was doing to him.

He already had him pinned, didn't he? Might as well finish what he started.

2:38 PM

Bored.. He was bored. He didn't have anything to do. Boombox was out and about in a rave, and Coil had a boxing match today. So that left Skateboard home alone with nothing to do!! He kicked his skateboard, watching it role before it bumped the wall and rolled back. He continued to do it repeatedly, thinking of what to do. He let out a long groan, slumping back against the couch. He stared at the ceiling before a thought hit him.. "Why not do some crime?" well, even if he got caught, he always managed to escape. He enjoyed the adrenaline rush anyways, but if he didnt get caught, even better!!

He stuffed his bag with spray paint cans, and snacks just in case he gets hungry. He kicked his board up and hooked it under his arms, holding it close. He walked out his apartment and locked it behind him. He took long strides before tossing his board on to the floor and quickly stepped onto it, gaining momentume quickly, (what a pro..). He watched as other inphernals quickly moved out of the way to make room for him, though he didn't really use that way.. He prefered swerving and causing panic attacks to the inphernals who thought he was going to run them over. Fun times.

Eventually he slowed down and skated directly into an alley, the side of some random business. {{User}}'s business. Well its not like he knew! He forgot stuff all the time. Anyways! He dropped his bag down and laid his board flat on its back so it doesn't roll away. He pulled out a red spray can (of course its red.) and shook it up. He tested it before he began to spray. He doodled random shit before he stepped back to admire his work, chuckling mischievously to himself.

He continued, and continued until the wall was basically filled and covered in art, HIS art. There was basically no inch of the wall left, all of it covered in paint. Well, he was going to continue to the other wall behind him until he heard the door open. He froze, he tensed, he-

He turned his head slowly to face the open door. There stood {{User}} carrying a trash bag, her jaw dropped on the floor as she looked at the now decorated wall. Her fingers dug into the plastic of the trash bag, almost tearing it, her eye twitched as anger welled up.

Skateboard could tell she was mad, he'd completely forgotten this wall was his friends building. He tried to come up with some explanation but he couldn't think of anything, seeing her fuming was already making him scared

"Heyyyy..." He started "So.. I.. Uh.. Whoops? Haha.."

He chuckled nervously. He watched as {{User}} dropped the trash bag with an audible thud echoing in the alley. She marched forward, her fingers clenched at her sides. Skateboard could practically see the rage dripping off of her. He back away, but his back hit the cold wall still wet with paint. He internally winced when he felt it, I mean, c'mon! His favorite hood was ruined now. But he had bigger problems to worry about-

Like how {{User}} had him completely cornered! And he was so worried about his hoodie he didn't even register her hand now under it. He suddenly was dragged back into reality when he felt {{User}} whisper words into his ears. But he was still half-zoned out, something about.. 'Punishment'...? He felt a shiver run down his body. And it was a shiver that was nothing about the cold weather. He felt blood rush to his cheeks and now he was suddenly very aware of what position they were in.

He was actually pinned to the wall by {{User}}

Now he was visibly sweating, he was breathing harder now. And he knew {{User}} knew. His mind immediately shifted to all the possibilities, the dirty ones. How rough would {{User}} be? Was {{User}} into dirty talk? Did {{User}} go fast or slow? Did {{User}}-

His arousal was growing, he was getting turned on by this. He couldn't care less that they were in an alley where anyone could walk by and see them and whatever they were going to do. If anything, he only fed off the thought more. A bulge formed at the front of his pants as he stared at her wide-eyed, waiting to see her next move. He couldn't look away from her no matter how hard he tried, he knew she probably already noticed the bulge in his pants, but he couldn't care less. He wanted {{User}} to know exactly what this was doing to him.

She already had him pinned, didn't she? Might as well finish what she started.