video; UN: TripleJ

[kyley_b]

[The hair. Oh dear god, the hair. Kyle's recognizable mass of curls has been gelled within an inch of its life and sculpted into a wavy helmet. And where are his sleeves?!]

Yo Trench, what up what up, it's ya boy Kyley-B!

So's I need a little help here - anybody know a place in town where you can get some dope-ass ink? Because, you know, if you look up 'too much swag' in the dictionary, there'll be a great big picture of my face, and attitude like that deserves the best, you know what I'm sayin'?

Help a guy out here.

PEACE!

Comments

[queenofsarcasm]

We can all only hope there's nothing but tattoos and tubs of hair gel waiting for you on the horizon.

You seriously don't remember me? We ran for our lives together, dude.

[kyley_b]

Fuck yeah, you feel me.

[Stare. Processing.]

Yo, STILES?! You got tits!

[queenofsarcasm]

Yeah. Sure. [She shudders.] I don't remember being Stiles, but yeah, I guess that more or less sums up what happened. And I'm honestly kind of impressed you managed to put it together, I almost want to give you a gold star.

[kyley_b]

Hey, I'd take it.

Do you feel weird?

[queenofsarcasm]

Somehow that doesn't surprise me.

Weird? Weird how?

[kyley_b]

Weird like, I dunno, it must be different to walk with boobs.

[queenofsarcasm]

[Said under her breath to herself as she dips her head and brings a hand up to her eyes:] Jesus, it's like talking to coach.

[Then she raises her head and her eyebrow with it, sarcasm at full force.] Yeah. It's like having two bowling balls strapped to my chest, I really feel like I'm about to fall over any second and score a strike.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle laughs and elbows Stiles in the ribs.]

You're still a bitch.