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Post by Mister Steel on Mar 22, 2021 14:14:01 GMT -5
THE UNBREAKABLE MISTER STEEL... was panting and sweating as he approached his fifteenth lap around the circumference of Papaya Island. He wasn't complaining or groaning, though. After all, he enjoyed working out and pushing his body to, and past, its natural limits! Not to mention, he was running on a nice soft beach instead of hard concrete for once. Every breath in brought a good whiff of salty sea air... AND he was in a tropical island paradise where he could run shirtless and not be judged for it.
But he was starting to get thirsty, and he was leaving a hell of a dust cloud behind him that had probably become a safety hazard to beachgoers after the third lap. So, he decided to take a break at the first bit of shade that he could see where they served drinks. Lo and behold, he saw a little two-story restaurant of some sort titled Diono's, coming up on his left!
He skidded to a stop, throwing up sand into a dune shape that thankfully didn't hit or pile up onto anybody. After that, the squat man walked up and through the beach-side entrance to Diono's. He took in the homey, cozy, warm atmosphere and nodded appreciatively. Then he wandered up to the bar counter and slid onto a stool.
The little Earthling was probably quite the sight. 4 feet and 11 inches packed tight with solid muscle that made him seem almost as broad as he was tall. Since he was shirtless, this meant not only showing off his bulging pectoral muscles, but also the veritable carpet growing on his chest and plenty to go with it on his arms. His equally-hairy legs were also shown off, as Donût was only wearing a pair of short, hot-pink running shorts to cover his shame (whose pockets were just barely deep enough for his phone and his wallet). And on his head was a long, flowing mullet-mane of hair that flowed down his back and seemed like it was only taken care of with hair products from the early 80s of a previous century. The sunglasses looked equally as ancient, guady, and cheap. Just about the only trimmed part of his hair seemed to be the goatee on his face, as it grew alone with no stubble showing.
"Woof, hot out there. Say, barkeep, could I get a glass'f water an' a Summer Shandy, if ya got 'em?"
After waving down the bartender with his order, Donût looked around... And saw that he was not alone at the bar. There was also a woman with a long brown mane of hair that rivaled his in color, volume, and shine.
"Eeeyyy, nice do, lady! How ya get yer hair ta floof like that?"
But he was starting to get thirsty, and he was leaving a hell of a dust cloud behind him that had probably become a safety hazard to beachgoers after the third lap. So, he decided to take a break at the first bit of shade that he could see where they served drinks. Lo and behold, he saw a little two-story restaurant of some sort titled Diono's, coming up on his left!
He skidded to a stop, throwing up sand into a dune shape that thankfully didn't hit or pile up onto anybody. After that, the squat man walked up and through the beach-side entrance to Diono's. He took in the homey, cozy, warm atmosphere and nodded appreciatively. Then he wandered up to the bar counter and slid onto a stool.
The little Earthling was probably quite the sight. 4 feet and 11 inches packed tight with solid muscle that made him seem almost as broad as he was tall. Since he was shirtless, this meant not only showing off his bulging pectoral muscles, but also the veritable carpet growing on his chest and plenty to go with it on his arms. His equally-hairy legs were also shown off, as Donût was only wearing a pair of short, hot-pink running shorts to cover his shame (whose pockets were just barely deep enough for his phone and his wallet). And on his head was a long, flowing mullet-mane of hair that flowed down his back and seemed like it was only taken care of with hair products from the early 80s of a previous century. The sunglasses looked equally as ancient, guady, and cheap. Just about the only trimmed part of his hair seemed to be the goatee on his face, as it grew alone with no stubble showing.
"Woof, hot out there. Say, barkeep, could I get a glass'f water an' a Summer Shandy, if ya got 'em?"
After waving down the bartender with his order, Donût looked around... And saw that he was not alone at the bar. There was also a woman with a long brown mane of hair that rivaled his in color, volume, and shine.
"Eeeyyy, nice do, lady! How ya get yer hair ta floof like that?"
Steel enters the thread with 5,000 PL
No items.
