Mitch looked at Foz and then back at Hotswap.
‘Not possible, no way,’ said Mitch.
‘Yes way. There’s been a mistake.’
‘No, no mistake. I got there straight away, in fact, Hots, I was there when the poor bastard was still alive, ...I saw him die, this is your man.’
‘No, Meeds, I know this is the one who had the little accident, what I’m saying is, the accident should have been someone else’s.’
‘What?’
‘Yeah, it seems the forms went over to the–’
‘Hots, ...I don’t want to know.’
‘Of course, of course, very wise Meeds, very wise. Anyway, well, let’s just say there was a fuck up. Red faces all round, but well what can you do? C 'est la vie.’
‘C 'est la vie? That’s all you got to say?’
‘I don’t follow?’
‘Look, I can’t say I’ve warmed to the fella,’ …show more content…
‘Who... what...’
‘Hello down there,’ said Hotswap, beaming, ‘don’t get up.’
Foz looked up to the sky and then back at Hotswap.
‘Was that, ...you?’
‘It sure was, cowboy.’
‘I saw wings, you had–’
‘Foz,’ said Mitch, ‘don’t ask questions, don’t think about it, you didn’t see anything.’
‘That’s right’ said Hotswap, with a smile, ‘you must have imagined it.’
His fur coat lifted a little behind his shoulders.
‘A miracle, a miracle, an angel!’
Foz threw himself forward to his knees, his couch tipping up behind him.
‘Oh my saviour! You are an angel, aren’t you?’
‘In the flesh,’ said Hotswap, his eyes ablaze.
‘Help me please,’ said Foz, crawling forward and grabbing Hotswap’s legs, ‘I’ve been kidnapped. I’m here against my will.’
‘Deary me,’ said Hotswap. He bent down and pushed Foz back onto his casters, ‘such soft upholstery, I do love that distressed worn-in feel. You just can’t get that upstairs.’
‘Help me, please help me,’ pleaded Foz, ‘please, pl...’ his voice tailed off as close up he noticed the lack of movement in the angel’s hands and the fur coat’s black iron armrods.
‘Oh looks like someone needs a hug,’ said Hotswap.
He sat down on the couch close to Foz and puppeteered the false arms in to embrace …show more content…
‘Hots,’ said Mitch, ‘Hots, stop goofing around.’
‘Who’s goofing, I’ve been stuck out here since Tuesday waiting for you boys. Hots wants his tot of Rum…’
‘Please get off,’ said Foz, now feeling the angel’s clawhand make its way to the back of his head, where it briefly cradled him before gripping his hair tight, painfully so, holding him in position as the angel eyed his lips.
‘Well why did you make me drag him all the way out here?’ said Mitch, ‘Why didn’t you just come to the death site?’
‘Thought you’d already be on your way,’ said Hotswap, still trying to plant a smacker, ‘even out here I was beginning to think I’d missed you.’
‘Look, put him down, Hots.’
‘Put him down? But he’s got me,’ said Hotswap and he swung his legs up onto Foz’s lap, ‘Come on cowboy, you know you want to.’
‘No, no, let go of me you ...fuckin angel fag,’ said Foz.
‘Oh yes, I like that dirty talk,’ said Hotswap, pulling Foz even closer, ‘you know you’re asking for a spanking.’
‘HOTS,’ said Mitch.
‘Oh alright, suit yourselves,’ said Hotswap, and he
‘Not possible, no way,’ said Mitch.
‘Yes way. There’s been a mistake.’
‘No, no mistake. I got there straight away, in fact, Hots, I was there when the poor bastard was still alive, ...I saw him die, this is your man.’
‘No, Meeds, I know this is the one who had the little accident, what I’m saying is, the accident should have been someone else’s.’
‘What?’
‘Yeah, it seems the forms went over to the–’
‘Hots, ...I don’t want to know.’
‘Of course, of course, very wise Meeds, very wise. Anyway, well, let’s just say there was a fuck up. Red faces all round, but well what can you do? C 'est la vie.’
‘C 'est la vie? That’s all you got to say?’
‘I don’t follow?’
‘Look, I can’t say I’ve warmed to the fella,’ …show more content…
‘Who... what...’
‘Hello down there,’ said Hotswap, beaming, ‘don’t get up.’
Foz looked up to the sky and then back at Hotswap.
‘Was that, ...you?’
‘It sure was, cowboy.’
‘I saw wings, you had–’
‘Foz,’ said Mitch, ‘don’t ask questions, don’t think about it, you didn’t see anything.’
‘That’s right’ said Hotswap, with a smile, ‘you must have imagined it.’
His fur coat lifted a little behind his shoulders.
‘A miracle, a miracle, an angel!’
Foz threw himself forward to his knees, his couch tipping up behind him.
‘Oh my saviour! You are an angel, aren’t you?’
‘In the flesh,’ said Hotswap, his eyes ablaze.
‘Help me please,’ said Foz, crawling forward and grabbing Hotswap’s legs, ‘I’ve been kidnapped. I’m here against my will.’
‘Deary me,’ said Hotswap. He bent down and pushed Foz back onto his casters, ‘such soft upholstery, I do love that distressed worn-in feel. You just can’t get that upstairs.’
‘Help me, please help me,’ pleaded Foz, ‘please, pl...’ his voice tailed off as close up he noticed the lack of movement in the angel’s hands and the fur coat’s black iron armrods.
‘Oh looks like someone needs a hug,’ said Hotswap.
He sat down on the couch close to Foz and puppeteered the false arms in to embrace …show more content…
‘Hots,’ said Mitch, ‘Hots, stop goofing around.’
‘Who’s goofing, I’ve been stuck out here since Tuesday waiting for you boys. Hots wants his tot of Rum…’
‘Please get off,’ said Foz, now feeling the angel’s clawhand make its way to the back of his head, where it briefly cradled him before gripping his hair tight, painfully so, holding him in position as the angel eyed his lips.
‘Well why did you make me drag him all the way out here?’ said Mitch, ‘Why didn’t you just come to the death site?’
‘Thought you’d already be on your way,’ said Hotswap, still trying to plant a smacker, ‘even out here I was beginning to think I’d missed you.’
‘Look, put him down, Hots.’
‘Put him down? But he’s got me,’ said Hotswap and he swung his legs up onto Foz’s lap, ‘Come on cowboy, you know you want to.’
‘No, no, let go of me you ...fuckin angel fag,’ said Foz.
‘Oh yes, I like that dirty talk,’ said Hotswap, pulling Foz even closer, ‘you know you’re asking for a spanking.’
‘HOTS,’ said Mitch.
‘Oh alright, suit yourselves,’ said Hotswap, and he