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

[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.