fandomtownies | Stark Industries; Sunday [ 01/29 ].

As tempting as it was, in his new form, to go find pretty dresses and frolic happily through fields of puppies and kittens and rainbows and everything, Butters was going to be good and still come into work, though it felt like a great sacrifice. He supposed it wasn't too bad. He liked worked at the shop and there were always plenty of things to keep him occupied, pieces of cool tech and metal to invent stuff out of.

But today, he was skipping all of that. He was, instead, doing his nails, singing to himself as he leaned over the counter in an innocently, accidentally suggestive fashion, happily brushing long even strokes and holding out his slim, pretty hand in approval of the nice shade of baby blue.

"You can't imagine the imentidy of the f---
Am I kidding about you money & man servant & the mansion you live in.
And I don't wanna go places that my ladies can't get in.
Grab a bottle, some boys and let's take it back to my basement.
And get Sleazy.
Sick of all your lines, so Cheesy!
Sorry daddy, but I'm not that easy!
I'm not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and work it.
Ima take it back to where my man & my girls is."

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