[Oscar creeps up, expecting to see some shit and well, he does.
He doesn't really know how to react to seeing that. He knows that Travis can be... strange at times but never to the point that he would literally allow a plant to fuck him. He sighs at this shameless tableau. He isn't angry or disgusted just... disappointed.
As if living in a city of whores isn't enough, he has a roommate that would sleep with a plant.]
Really Travis? You couldn't find anyone to do that with, so you go for the plant?
[HE HOPES THE VINES DROP HIM AND HE SNAPS HIS NECK AND DIES.
They don't do that, though-- they're rather polite things, and as soon as they've stopped panicking, they deposit him very kindly on the couch. One even throws him a pillow to cover himself up, for modesty. He snatches that shit up like he's reaching for a life preserver in the open ocean.]
At least one person in this house still has a functioning libido.
At the least, I don't have to see you engage with your genitals like a monkey. [He sighs, picking up his clothes off the floor.] After I shower, I will leave and you can do... whatever with that disgusting plant that we don't even know where it comes from.
[less embarrassed and more affronted, he starts making his way back to his room, with. that same pillow. still over his crotch. one of the vines seems to "look" back and forth between the two of them with concern before creeping away, back through the open window of the living room.]
I sure fuckin' will! And me and my working dick are gonna enjoy it, too!
[the door to Travis' room closes-- much as he wants to defend himself, he's not gonna be able to look Oscar in the eye for a little bit. how mortifying.]
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He doesn't really know how to react to seeing that. He knows that Travis can be... strange at times but never to the point that he would literally allow a plant to fuck him. He sighs at this shameless tableau. He isn't angry or disgusted just... disappointed.
As if living in a city of whores isn't enough, he has a roommate that would sleep with a plant.]
Really Travis? You couldn't find anyone to do that with, so you go for the plant?
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They don't do that, though-- they're rather polite things, and as soon as they've stopped panicking, they deposit him very kindly on the couch. One even throws him a pillow to cover himself up, for modesty. He snatches that shit up like he's reaching for a life preserver in the open ocean.]
At least one person in this house still has a functioning libido.
[SNAP HIS NECK, VINES!!! AAAAANY TIME NOW.]
Let's just both pretend this didn't happen. Okay?
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[He don't give a damn if they sentient.]
I promise I will, plant fucker.
[Ok, so he's being more than a little shit about this. But he can't just tell him this is good. Who knows what those plants have?]
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[don't bring it up don't bring it up--]
More fun and better for the wrists than normal jerking off, at any rate.
[He's gonna grouchily... adjust that pillow over his junk, but at least he won't need it too long with Oscar being such a bonerkiller!!]
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I sure fuckin' will! And me and my working dick are gonna enjoy it, too!
[the door to Travis' room closes-- much as he wants to defend himself, he's not gonna be able to look Oscar in the eye for a little bit. how mortifying.]