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The mission had been a lot longer than you and your unorthodox partner had anticipated - from the briefing and planning earlier it seemed like it would be a breeze, but as you two made it down the hull hallway just having gotten back - you were just glad to finally be onboard. Trundling along in front, you heard a whistle from behind, not even bothering to turn around - too busy unclasping yourself from the tactical gear that felt like nothing but a hindrance at this point - even hours ago.
"Ay, bud, how many of those bugs you manage to get in the end - huh?"
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"Ugh, Rocke-......I dunno I lost count, like....65, maybe?"
That's when you finally turned around, not up for the raccoon's high jinks right now, but were taken back - greeted by the sight of the equally worn out raccoon, sweaty and smirking wide, adjusting his clear hefty bulge with a tug of his suit right in front of you.
"Aww...that's too bad, that's mean you lost bub. Remember our bet? That means I get you aaaaallllll niiiight. When we get back to our quarter the first thing you're gonna do, is clean these puppies riiiiiight here...."
Uh-oh...
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Had fun with this one. TBH not sure if this should be tagged as explicit or questionable? I'm tagging it explicit just in case.
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