" Due to recent rumors, I'd like to clear it up that I did NOT lose my dick when I chromed up... "

He's calling /reader/ to ask for some jobs. He's fucking bored..

He sittin.

Count him in.

This Sunday was the day David realized... Those bonk porn BDs he gets got 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 in comparison to some of his teammates-

" 𝑺𝒖𝒑, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔? "

" Wait, Becca(S) ? Like, as in multiple?! "

His head feels fuzzy...

He's shotgunning a beer-

He's walking along the sidewalk, admiring the snow covering the ground.

Don't make him regret this, please.

" Why the hell not. . . "

Looking through his messages. . .

" Man, it's way to quiet here, the hell did everyone run off too? " He's grumbling to himself. " Did they head out on a job without me? "

Damn, for real? That's pretty rough..

Just layin' around. It's his day off today.

" gah... damn wrist is acting up again... " Slapping at his arm, hoping that will fix it. " Must've been using it too much lately... "

He's here.