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It had been weeks since Dustin moved into his new apartment, and the place...was still not together. Not remotely. The walls were bare, there was a severe lack of furniture, and the only thing his fridge was stocked with was booze. There was no bed, just a mattress on the floor beside a suitcase full of clothes, substituting a dresser, and a laptop that served as all entertainment. There was also a broken desk lamp in the corner on the floor, which had briefly served as his only source of light until he got really drunk and fell on it. The floor was also littered with miscellaneous crap - half-eaten bags of candy, a half-full of box of condoms, empty bottles, a bong, miscellaneous bags of substances, and heaps of clothing with loose cash and coins interspersed everywhere.

Despite all of this, it was comfortable to Dustin. What else did he need? Furniture was overrated, and also ******** expensive. It was in fine enough shape to have company over, and if they needed a place to sit there was a pile of laundry that could make a semi-comfortable seat.

He sat on the mattress as he took a hit from his bong, waiting for his old roommate and friend Chase to stop by so he can give him the grand tour.

Without a clock or a watch, and a cellphone that was all the way over there across his room, it wasn't easy to tell time. And stoned? Time was just like, a thing.

So the knock on the door came quicker than Dustin had anticipated - it was also his cue to actually get dressed, still just in his boxers. He placed down the bong and looked around for some clothes.

"One sec, bro!" he called out as he flipped through a pile and pulled out a vintage graphic T-shirt, then rushed to the door, opening it to let the other boy in.

"What's up man, been a while," Dustin greeted with a smile. He wasn't fully conscious of that he wasn't wearing pants, but it wasn't like Chase had never seen him in various states of undress before. They had lived together for months, and he was Dustin. "I got some booze in the fridge and just started up on a bong. How're things hanging?"

"Aw, miss me, do you?" Dustin teased. "Flatterer."

"There's just some beers in the fridge, and there's vodka in the freezer. Whiskey and rum on top of the fridge and...tequila, uh," he started and looked around the room. "There's tequila somewhere."

He looked at the various piles - both for some pants and the tequila - but grew lazy after a grand total of eight seconds of searching. "You don't mind me pantsless do you? Naw? Good."

He flopped down onto his mattress and reached for his bong. "So what have you been up to?" he asked before taking another hit.

"Sawyer? Aw yeah, he's adorable," Dustin smiled. "He lives across the hall actually. Been trying to ******** him for weeks, but don't think he's gonna put out. You know, he has a micropenis. I guess his d**k is like..." He held his fingers half an inch apart. "That big. Or that ******** tiny. I don't even know how he takes a piss, let alone anything else."

"How'd you scare the crap out of him?" he questioned. He knew Sawyer was still new and a little nervous to all the Negaverse things. Dustin never at that stage - angry and resistance, sure, but never nervous. Hell, he quickly found the whole thing to be fun. "You know I got all promoted and s**t. It's Super Typhon now. Damn right, I'm ******** super."

"Check it out," he started. He leaned all the way back on his bed and grabbed his henshin pen. He rose from the mattress on the floor and used to the npen to transform into Corrupted Super Sailor Typhon in the middle of the empty, messy apartment. His blue hair fell to the ground - and alas, pants appeared on the boy to cover him up a ******** sexy, right?" Typhon questioned with a proud devilish grin.

"Well, you just let me know if you ever want to run your fingers through my hair," he flirted.

"It's not so bad, it's ******** glorious really. Although thankfully it's just my head hair and I don't have a giant bush on my c**k," Typhon shrugged with a small laugh. "I've got that to be thankful for at least. That s**t would be nasty."

"Probably shouldn't stay powered up like this though. Cause you know, the whole energy aura crap or whatever. Would call attention," he clarified before powering back down to the teenaged boy.

He crossed to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer before taking a seat back on the mattress beside his bong. He took a swig of the beer and placed it down on the floor.

"You know it's nice living here," he started. "You ever think about moving out of your mom's place and getting a place of your own?"

"That sucks man," Dustin nodded. He was generally a p***k, but he wasn't entirely without empathy. "But really, life's gotta move on at some point. Can't put her needs before yours forever. I guess whenever you're ready though."

"Besides, it's not really your own place until you're able to walk around a** naked in it without second guessing it," Dustin said. By that definition, most places were 'his own place.' "Just keep in mind that it's an option."

He took a long swig from his beer.

"Aw come on, you know you like me pantsless," Dustin teased. He took another quick swig of his beer. "You know, at the least if you're getting stressed or whatever by playing host for all these strangers, you could point them to here. Give you and your mom some more privacy as you like, grieve or whatever. I don't know."

"What happened with your dad anyways?" he asked. He wasn't sure if it was an appropriate question, but he wasn't one for appropriateness anyways.