Tuesday morning (even if shit happens tomorrow honestly phil will just take his pants off anyway)

[imstuck]

[You know what you miss from living in a time loop for years on end? Forgetting that people remember things for more than one day.

And how, like, pants are pretty much required at all times if you're in public.

However, Phil completely forgets that on Tuesday when he decides to forego pants as he leaves his room. He doesn't seem to see anything wrong about this scenario either. It's almost as if this is completely normal for him.

... Someone.... should probably tell him before other people see.]

Comments

[winter1982]

You, a top? You're kidding me.

[He's taking his own shirt off as well.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake removes his shirt to reveal what is most definitely the most defined body here.]

A top, huh? [Hrrhhhrhm.] You do seem pretty versatile.

[He's not, for one second, believing Phil doesn't bottom.]

[imstuck]

[To Bennings:]

See? Snake gets me.

[Aaand he moves to sit on the bed, still fumbling with his shirt buttons.]

[winter1982]

Hm. Fair enough.

[With his own shirt off, he makes his way over to the bed as well.]

Your buttons get stuck?

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake guesses they're just going onto that pirate bed now. He's trying to ignore it. Real hard.]

Need a hand?

[He'll probably do more to rip it off than undo it.]

[imstuck]

[That's hot, Snake.]

I can take care of myself, don't worry.

[wink]

[winter1982]

[gee golly snake

Bennings gives Phil and Snake a thumbs up and just gets himself into a comfortable position, laying down and resting his head on the pillows. He'll bottom if it makes you feel good about yourself, Phil.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Ok well Snake guesses he's just

Standing here??


Thumbs up!]

[imstuck]

... Thanks, Snake.

[And Phil just sort gets on top of Benning.]

So got any requests?

[wink wink?]

KIND OF GORE TEXT???? MAYBE???????

[winter1982]

[wink wink]

I'm fine with anything you've got in mind, buddy.

[Bennings reaches to put his arms around Phil

but

Just. Like. That.

There's now 10 small razor sharp wires going all the way through Phil's sides.]

save them

[imstuck]

[What the fuck

What the fuck

Almost instantly, Phil screams out in pain and tries to move away from Bennings as quickly as possible.]

What the fuck did you do to me?!

[Yeah uh, he's def bleeding a lot.

So that's fun.]

what the hell are you doing you mother fuckers

[tacticalespionageaction]

[With the screams, Snake moves instinctively, attempting to prise Phil away from whatever the fuck was going on there.]

Bennings, what the hell?!

id say im so sorry but im really not

[winter1982]

I don't know?!

[Bennings is also screaming and attempting to fucking pry himself away, and he does! Just at the cost of making Phil's wounds a bit worse and lightly stabbing his own leg in the process.]

It just happened! Fuck, I didn't mean to-- It wasn't my intention to hurt him!

[imstuck]

[Oh god that's a lot of blood.]

Are you trying to murder me or something?!

[Oh fuck this hurts.]

Dear god I think I'm dying.

[tacticalespionageaction]

Don't count on it.

[Snake just kind of picks up Phil and drags him away, and presses his shirt against the wounds slow the bleeding.

He's no doctor, it's a lot of blood, he's not ready to have another die in his arms so soon - and that's when Snake remembers, and calls out in a loud, unmistakable yell:]

MEDIIIIIC!