“Hertie. Somethin’ fudgin’ went sideways, an’ now me and Boothill have swapped bodies. What the fridge?” Caelus turned to look at Boothill. “How the fork do you manage not to go crazy when you swear? This shirt sucks.” “I don’t fuckin’ kno-www... oooooh. Wait a moment. Fuck. Fuuuuuck. Fuckin’ FUCK. HAH! I can swear!” Boothill stood up straighter and grinned like a madman. “Shit! Piss! Fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, tits, son of a b-” Pain blossomed on his face as Caelus clapped a hand hard over his mouth. “My good dude, wait until later to cuss up a storm, yeah?” Boothill glared at Caelus, but the absurdity of hearing ‘my good dude’ come out of his own mouth made him snort. He relaxed.
To Know You
#Boothill #Caelus #BootCae
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