Los Pantalones de Señor Bradley Crawford 3

This part's by Sumire. ^_^; Beware of spontaneous ecchiness! And lotsa profanity.

There's a really buff, sexy guy inside of me, sweating and working it, working it hard.

*Snickers* that sounded hentai. I think I've been hanging around Schuldig's annoying, ecchi pants too much. Yes, I'm another pair of Brad Crawford's pants. His sweatpants, to be exact. He wears me whenever he's working out. No, I take that back. He wears me when he's not having sex or killing people. I get worn quite a lot because if he's not fucking that redhead or killing people, he's working out. He just loves to be buff. And he's so damn narcissistic!

...With reason.

At least Brad takes care of me, unlike his suit pants. I get washed every single day, ironed, and put away with the silk pajama pants until I'm worn. Those pants are so damn soft. I wish I was silky like that.....maybe he's not taking as good of care of me as I thought.

But damn, do those pants complain. All it is, is bitch moan whine about being stolen by that crazy guy, not being worn much, having to listen to the suit pants whining about the redhead's pants. Something tells me that pants are really hateful creatures.

Are we creatures? I really wonder...