CALL ME OUT

[bootyhunter]

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Currently writing Dandy (Space Dandy) / Rex Splode (Invincible) / and Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

bootyhunter / himbomb / incelligent



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*Note: Sakamoto Tatsuma (Gintama) kaihentai and Asher Millstone (How to Get Away With Murder) moneyballer available on request



Also voicetesting Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc) googlybear / Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) edboy / Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) madcryentist / Abdul Ali (Squid Game) aitbaar / Portia Davenport (Search Party) portialain / Elliot Goss (Search Party) confabulous / Fleabag (Fleabag) feminitwit / Johnny Bravo (Johny Bravo) pretteh / and Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet) screechy

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[bootyhunter]

[Dandy wakes all of a sudden during the night, his temple throbbing wildly, supposedly from the strength of the drinks he and Jonathan had shared hours earlier. He bores a bleary-eyed hole into the wall, frozen in place, missing home. Ah yes, his beloved Aloha Oe, a ship covered in a cheerful coat of yellow paint and with pin-ups plastered everywhere and tall, round ceilings.

The pompadour-touting pinhead silently touches his forehead to rub at that festering spot, which only worsens his anguish. There they go again, the flashing images of paths unfinished, tormenting to no end.

His other hand busies itself with the unfurled sheets of the bed, and he glances idly at the sleeping, weepy Victorian. It is only now, in this pathetic hour of darkness and misery, does Dandy realize that it's been over a decade since he's slept in the same bed as somebody else. excluding the undian alien that does not count

Or at least, that's the last instance of it that he remembers, anyways. Today was absolute shit, one of the shittiest by far despite the many Dandy has lived, but at the very least, he had been able to do good in his own way.

To help one person- And that's enough.]