The harsh winter air thrashed violently against the fragile inside of his nostrils, sore from all the coke that Chad had been snorting earlier that night.
He was back. The king was back.
Chad Kyle Caucasington’s step uncles’ wheelchair cousin, a mafia prince who’s name was something hot and sexy like Riccardo, had fricked with the wrong guys which then led to a whole ass brawl in the middle of Argos. This sus among us tragedy was the reason for Chad-Kyle’s absence, but now he returned just in time for the winter carnival.
The super attractive, shirtless alpha male wears his favourite pair of jhorts, showcasing his juicy ass-crack to the world as he walks across the fun carnival thing, reminiscing on the last time he went to a carnival where a kid puked on his sexiest crocks and then Chad shart so loud it made the ugly child cry. Good times.
Chaddy sits there, non-chalant, and awaits anothers company.
(approachable)