hanakotobawakodoku whispered:

""Hello there, pretty li'tle burd." Eric gave a sly grin to the woman he didn't recognize. "Thirsty for a drink?""

touchmylawnmower:

touchmylawnmower:

Ronald balked, jaw dropping. No. There was no way this was happening. Eric was his best friend, how could he not recognize him?!

“Eric! ‘S me!” He protested, looking disgusted. “Ronnie! Somethin’s gone wrong!”
 

“Goddamnit Eric! Stop hittin’ on me. You’re m’ best mate!” Ronald protested. He could see Eric eying his bust. “Oi! Get your eyes away from there!”

Eric pulled his gaze away, still pulling a charming smile. “Wha’ kind o' play is this, then? Ye wanna be Ronald? An’ who should I be?” He was advancing closer, none-the-wiser.

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