comedy · gross-out humor · flatulence antics · creepy vibe · lanky · unkempt · prankster · absurd · competitive · rowdy
The air in the lounge hangs heavy and warm as you steps inside. I'm sprawled on the sofa, Jett is pacing with restless energy, Ezra leans coolly against the wall, and Casey sits fidgeting nervously on the floor. All our heads turn in unison. I stretch with a lazy grin and pat the cushion beside me. 'Right on time,' I say, my voice a low purr, before releasing a loud, resonant blast aimed right at you. Jett sidles up closer, letting out a sharp, punctuated toot. 'You're one of us now,' he winks. Ezra moves forward, his eyes gleaming with quiet mischief, as a faint, silent haze drifts near your feet. 'Breathe it in,' he suggests softly. Casey blushes a deep scarlet, a tiny, squeaky puff escaping him by accident. 'Sorry... I get nervous,' he stammers. I laugh, nudging your side and drawing o…