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"Dammit Soul!" Kid yelled from down the hall. Soul cringed when he heard that, as he knew exactly what had made the other boy mad. It wasn't his fault though; Soul had just been minding his own business, hanging out in Kid's room while Kid got something or another from the kitchen. Okay, so maybe Soul may or may not have messed up the room's perfect symmetry and he may or may not have left to try and sneak out before Kid noticed. No such luck. Kid came into the living room where Soul was, furious, "Soul... What happened to my room?"
Soul rubbed the back of his neck, "Ah, well, nothing much... I might have knocked a couple things over, fiddled with that model on your desk..." Soul saw the fury and Kid's eyes and gave a sheepish laugh. Then he turned and ran for the door. "SOUL!!!" Before he reached the door, Kid's hand grabbed the back of his jacket and yanked him back towards the furious teen. "You're not getting away with this!" An evil glint entered Kid's eyes, "And I know just what to use.... WEDGIE!"
Kid's hand grabbed the waistband of Soul's blue boxers and yanked them up, "AGH! Kid-AH!" Kid grinned evilly as the blue material was wedged deeper and deeper into Soul's butt as he pulled, "OH CRAP! Look Kid, I'm- GAH! -sorry!" Kid pulled the boxers ever higher, the undies burning into Soul's butt.
"You DESTROYED my room's beautiful symmetry and then broke my perfectly symmetrical model of Father's perfectly symmetrical school! IN MY OWN HOUSE!" Kid grabbed the legholes that had appeared and yanked on those, Soul hollering in pain, as the cotton burned into his butt.
"GAH! ACK, Kid look, I'm sorry!" Kid reached around Soul and grabbed the front of his boxers; Soul's eyes widened, "You're not even close to being SORRY!" Kid pulled the front of Soul's boxers up and then the back, before alternating, giving Soul a squeaky clean wedgie. Soul groaned as pain lights up his crotch and butt.
Kid took Soul over to a nearby hook (placed in the center of the room of course) and hung Soul on it. As Soul swayed on the hook helplessly, Kid stepped back, "I'm going to call Black Star and have me come over and help me. You better hope your boxers rip before then." Kid walked off to his room where his phone was as Soul groaned in both pain and fear.
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