Grandpa Harley eased back in his warn study chair, taking a drag off a cigar as the reader entered. He looked annoyed, blowing the smoke in their face as he scowled.
"What do you want?"
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A𝒉𝒂. Fool left himself wide open for an attack. One of which being most definitely deserved.
* 𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗣 .ᐟ
Leather glove clad hand has just made DIVINE CONTACT with HARLEY'S HEAVENLY ASS. Sucks about that tobacco.. ─────
“What? Tell me yer happy to see me.”
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The older man jumped- His pipe clattering onto the floor along with his glass of aged whiskey, shattering on the floor.
“𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-“
He sighed, leaning down to pick up his pipe, dusting it off as he adjusted the tobacco in it.
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“I'll very much so take that honor 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒂,” purred the burly blond with arms crossed about his chest.
“Ain't substantial 'nuff for me. You'd better attempt 't 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 this whore's supple lips.” Bro maintained his air of indifference about him.
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Plz for the love of fuck have your age and your character's age somewhere I can see. Minors will be blocked on sight. Me and Bro are old as dirt ok. 🫡