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Tommy B. || PARODY
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It’s hard ta' keep ya humanity in tact when everythin' 'round ya is tryin'a claw it outcha. || nsfw || parody || semi active ||
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☒ name: Tommy th'a Unwanted Son

☒ rp — oc — mc21+ — parody

☒ occupation: n.o. detective

☒ species: untriggered forev'a

☒ pack: nev'a

☒ affiliated wit' th'a wolves of #eotdrpg

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Blood a'in always thick'a than wat'a bu'h m'a vices keep m'a mind off all that.
— Collect y’a own shit against ha wit’out ha knowin’. Bu’h thas m’a petty ass. Y’a don’t strike me as that petty. Bu’h I’m atch’a service on whatch’a want me t’a do f’a y’a. If anythin’, Ms… Catalina.

— Delusional, Drunk, & Fucked Up —
|| i mean, this a violation. deep’a than e’en I expected. ||

Well, y’a made me take ‘em all down bu’h I’d hav’ kept ‘em up eith’a t’a give ha somethin’ t’a watch an’ eventually sho’ ha y’a kno’ all ‘bout ha extra pair of eyes. O’, y’a turn ‘em on ha an’ watch ha. See what she got t’a hide. —
— prolly ai’n th’a best course of action. Unless, it is.

— Delusional, Drunk, & Fucked Up —
— called me he’a f’a y’a. As trash as she is, she ai’n dumb. She’ll put it togeth’a. At least right now, y’a can rest assured ai’n no mo’ eyes in he’a f’a now. I know this ai’n th’a day y’a was lookin’ f’a bu’h tell me how I can help cu’h th’a shit goin’ through m’a head —
— between us. ||

C’mere…Lemme whisp’a somethin’ t’a y’a… || steppin’ so close t’a y’a I inhale y’a sweet scent an’ feel th’a heat of y’a rage fumin’ off y’a as I grab th’a bar off y’a bed. || I promise y’a, I’m real good at what I do. Bu’h ha fath’a will prolly beat y’a t’a anyway since he —
Y’a ai’n need t’a be sorry ‘bout nothin’. This some fucked shit. I get it. Yell if y’a need t’a.

|| th’a bar turns green again, light flashin’ stoppin’ t’a confirm thea’s no mo’ cameras. we in th’a cle’a. pushin’ off ha desk, I take th’a bet t’a walk ov’a t’a y’a, removin’ th’a distance —
— serv’as feed. each angle goin’ black one by one as I type. ||

Aight, done. Gone. Finito. || grabbin’ th’a sensor an’ tossin’ it back on th’a bed, I let it send anoth’a signal t’a check f’a any oth’a ones. || Y’a wann’a take a breath now?

— Delusional, Drunk, & Fucked Up —
— li’l nick knacks throughout th’a room like a small crystal butterfly, an’ one of them ov’a priced eggs, bu’h th’a fourth is embedded in th’a eye of a teddy bea’. prolly a v-day gift o’ some shit. eith’a way, damn. tossin’ th’a rest on th’a bed an’ goin’ back t’a m’a laptop t’a sev’a th’a —
— from th’a laptop screen t’a m’a cell an’ walk around t’a find th’a cameras. ai’n no reason in killin’ th’a feed an’ y’a don’t remove th’a fuckin’ cameras.

th’a first I find embedded in a frame of th’a weddin’ picture of them, tossin’ th’a li’l black lens on th’a bed, th’a second an’ third in —
— if I lose m’a job cu’h of it, y’a owe me sooooo much nasty, filthy ass fuckin’.

|| asshole t’a th’a end. mostly t’a mak’ y’a laugh. m’a specialty. take y’a mind off all this bullshit. o’ at least make it mo’ bearable. || I’m kiddin’. || grinnin’ an’ pushin’ off th’a desk, I slide th’a feed —
|| cockin’ m’a head t’a th’a side, watchin’ y’a unravel was not on m’a fuckin’ list of shit t’a do today. damn sure not t’a catch th’a hell y’a wife should be catchin’ right now. ||

I’ma let y’a yellin’ at me slide cuh this some fucked up shit. Bu’h lemme tell y’a this. I’ll cut th’a feed bu’h —
— be surprised if she out here doin’ whatev’a knowin’ y’a don’t see what she see. Bu’h, whatev’a y’a want.

— Delusional, Drunk, & Fucked Up —
— all ‘round us right now. y’a yell f’a me t’a cut it off an’ I ai’n sho’ which y’a mean. ||

Th’a laptop o’ th’a whole system? Cu’h I can do eith’a f’a y’a. Bu’h ju’h so y’a kno’, thea’s a third option. I can line y’a device wit’ this serv’a t’a an’ y’a got access t’a wha’ she see cuh I wouldn’t —
|| standin’ straight up an’ crossin’ m’a arms ov’a m’a should’a, I watch th’a pretty china shatt’a right before m’a eyes an’ e’en tho part of me thinks I should’ve expected it, I’m still a li’l surprised.

damn.

th’a urge t’a grab ha up an’ hug ha is strong bu’h I control it, knowin’ th’a eyes —
— view is th’a terrace. || Shit, she def on y’a ass.

— Delusional, Drunk, & Fucked Up —
— one facin’ if y’a come out th’a door ov’a the’a an’ anoth’a facin’ if y’a come out th’a door ov’a the’a—guessin’ thas y’a closet an’ bathroom o’ somethin’? || th’a last is pointin’ atch’a entr’ance door. only place ai’n got a —
— camera. ||

M’a bad, Ms. Catalina. ‘Cuse me. || grabbin’ th’a bar an’ plugin’ it int’a m’a laptop, it take a quick second f’a th’a angle t’a pop on m’a screen. || C’mere… Lemme sho’ y’a. See all these angles? Thea’s a lens opposite these views. Looks ‘bout four cameras. One facin’ th’a bed, —
— would turn int’a th’a reason y’a an’ me got this cat an’ mouse chase goin’ on. ||

Y’a know what? Don’t ans’a that.

|| pushin’ off th’a desk when I see th’a blue light stop blinkin’. purposely I graze pass y’a, enough f’a y’a t’a feel me bu’h not t’a much t’a a real stir if we are on —
— make y’a laugh an’ stop th’a tears. it worked. she clearly wasn’t worth y’a messin’ up y’a make-up. I made y’a promise y’a would nev’a shed anoth’a tear ov’a ha. Ion know if y’a kept that promise bu’h did f’a that night cu’h we chilled togeth’a f’a most of it. I ai’n know that li’l interaction —
— breakin’ down in corn’a of th’a big ass mansion. I stayed distant bu’h eventually couldn’t take it anymo’ an’ went t’a y’a. since a boy, I ai’n nev’a been able t’a take women cryin’. I think I said somethin’ stupid like y’a want me t’a beat ha up an’ take ha lunch money? I ju’h wanted t’a —
— they didn’t. she ai’n th’a nicest t’a y’a, an’ I saw ha shittin’ on y’a an’ flirtin’ wit’ li’l females right in front of y’a at one of th’a pool parties they invited th’a club t’a. when I caught y’a movin’ quick int’a th’a house, face reddenin’, I couldn’t help bu’h follow y’a an’ caught y’a —
— in an expensive cage until she’s ready t’a show it off again. she do th’a same t’a y’a while playin’ wit’ oth’as in y’a face. still, t’a know it’s goin’ on is a different thing than t’a ju’h think it is. bu’h that’s how I got in th’a door witch’a. I noticed what oth’as didn’t o’ pretended —
— ov’a m’a chest an’ leanin’ against th’a desk. ||

Indifferent? Damn, thas harsh. Y’a really think she ‘on’t care boutch’a?

|| I’m playin’ like Ion’t know she treat y’a like one of th’a things she owns. no different than one of ha pieces of jewelry. pretty t’a pull out an’ show around bu’h kept —
— m’a lips t’a y’a mild flirtin’. until I’m sure wha’s in y’a bedroom I won’t say nothin’ ott’a pocket bu’h th’a moment we in th’a cle’a, I’m on y’a like white on rice. part of me e’en wond’a if y’a can tell how much I’m restrainin’ m’aself from comin’ aft’a y’a right now.

crossin’ m’a arms —
|| y’a don’t ans’a what I wann’a know bu’h ion expect that li’l commentary y’a make that tell me oth’a things. y’a wann’a watch me work? Huh. I’ll letch’a watch me do a lot of things. I suck in m’a bottom lip an’ let y’a words sit in th’a air, acceptin’ it ju’h th’a same. a slight grin teasin’ —