Los Pantalones de Señor Bradley Crawford 2

Whoooooo! ^-^

It's good to be the only pair of pants in a bed with two bodies, ya know. No annoying other pair. I heard from a particular pair of suit pants that the German's pants tended to be ...well, they tended to complain.

A lot.

So, I'm a happy pair of silk pajama pants. ^o^ Though 10 hours of snuggling gets boring after a while. And it's so DARK down there under that blanket. Why the hell would anyone buy a blanket that thick? With all the exercise they do in bed they ought to just sleep in sheets!

Anyhow... My use is short lived. I don't get worn for weeks at a time, y'know... Only days on when the owner is awake enough 'after' to dig me out of the drawers, or one of those nights that Schuldich isn't in the mood. (Like I said: I'm not worn very often.)

Though, there was a really strange encounter...

One day I was just sitting in the drawer all perfect and folded and ironed and everything, you know? And then suddenly I'm opened and it's broad daylight outside! And the guy that opened the door was definitely not Crawford. *Or* Schuldich. All creepy and white haired... He took me out and put me on chanting "Stealing Crawford's pants hurts God" over and over and when I went back into the drawer I was folded all funny and I was all bloody.

I think Crawford beat up that guy for making me imperfect. ^o~

...Urgh. There goes the suit pants again. Angst angst, pity me pity me.

That pair is worse than the German's, I know it. Though I've never met the German's pants before. If they're worse than the suit pants, let the moths come and eat me alive 'cause I wouldn't be able to stand such a pair! Well, maybe not the moths. That'd be really painful and really grody to see myself being eaten.

O.o

I think I'll whistle, just to annoy the other pants...