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	[color=c8a2c8]"GO SUCK A DICK, BISHAP!!"[/color] Lewis groaned at the 6 feet towering menace that dashed off cackling his heart out. [color=c8a2c8]"Fuck."[/color] the bruised boy sighed, rubbing the blood off his knees and forehead while also ruining the pristine white sleeves of his shirt. Admittedly, it looked worse than it hurt so he brushed it off and stood up from the pavement then he examined the damage to his bike which has taken the fall much harder than its owner. [color=c8a2c8]"God fucking damn it."[/color] He whined, seeing the gears all messed up and the front wheels bent ridiculously. What sort of pompous fuckwad does this kind of shit on a Saturday morning? The same kind that calls you up to meet ON A SATURDAY MORNING to pay you to get the schoolwork done even though it's a collaborative project because they have more money than they have kindness, that's who. One would assume that this kind of thing stops in high school, oh but no... some people just can't grow up. [color=c8a2c8]"What the fuck ever." [/color]he exhaled as he started picking up the paint canisters and putting them back on the bike's basket which surprisingly only had the edges a tad bit dented. He did invest in it, he should probably invest in better wheels too but it's not like he had enough money to do that. It's a good thing he doesn't have mail duties on the weekends. 

 	About to start moving along, His phone buzzed. It was Doris asking for a little help, well paid help. And any pay is better than no pay for Lewis. Bitches gotta earn, it's a hard world out here. 

[center] TO: Dorkfish
[color=c8a2c8]Sureee, be there in a bit get the list ready. Also, I need a disinfectant and some band-aids. xoxo [/color][/center]

	Feeling the drip of blood down his knees, he instinctively wiped the trickle with his other sleeve. Of course the day he wore shorts out, he falls and scrapes his scrawny ass. Typical fucking luck. He walked the frustration off, the black cat following behind him like a misplaced little shadow wagging its tail.

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	The little critter scurried off to the side of the complex as he arrived at the Eden Gardens, home of the broke and the broken. The bent wheels of his precious bike started rolling away. Apparently it wasn't just bent. [color=c8a2c8]Neat[/color]. He retrieved the runaway wheel and gave up on the bike, for now, and let it rest on the wall. [color=c8a2c8]"I'm pretty sure [i]Someone'll[/i] fix it up."[/color] He wished. Stuck in his unsorted bubble, it took him a while to realize the morning noise of the complex; some high-pitched screaming? singing? wailing?[color=c8a2c8] God I can't tell[/color], there was some beautiful humming paired with a guitar getting drowned out by everything else like a lost voice. Rainbows were forming in his eyes.[i][color=c8a2c8] It was named the Eden Jungle sorry, Gardens, after all so there's that.[/color][/i] He took the paint canister and went on his merry way, with a little detour in mind. 

	He soon discovered the origin of the beautiful guitar strumming humming to be none other than the Prince of the Jungle... Garden, Alex. [i][color=c8a2c8]God, his voice was going bright-ass yellow it almost hurt to listen.[/color][/i] Who he knew would make a fuss of his bruises so he power-walked hoping he didn't notice. His little detour then took him to Clarence's unit, by accident mind you. [i][color=c8a2c8]Well, incident. WHAT?! Like I don't deserve a little eye candy for my little fall[/color][/i]. And as an added bonus, another man-candy with some good buns was hanging out with him. [color=c8a2c8]"That's the stuff."[/color] he swooned, walking slowly and then rapidly because bruises and these two dads will dad out on him which he doesn't need because he's an independent young man who need no babysitting. And finally, he reached his destination: the hag's den. 

	[color=c8a2c8]"Hey Doortits"[/color] he knocked, but his hoarse voice cannot overpower the workout video and she was too focused on [i]"push your chest out, knees apart, now bop up and down, UP and DOWN!".[/i] [color=c8a2c8][i]Holy shit is this kama sutra?!?! [/i] Lewis opened the door with his spare key, He's literally Doris' [i]boy[/i]. "HEY DOORTITS, I KNOW IT'S A PRIVATE MOMENT BUT I'M HERE FOR THE LIST!!"[/color] he shouted, more resilient this time. She finally noticed and turned, her wild eyes open and on fire. [color=c8a2c8]"Damn mami, u look like a tigah bout to pounce."[/color] He whistled.