Yo, where's my damn shirt?
Oh come on, don't act dumb. I know you've seen it around here somewhere.
look under your bed, dipshit.
Under the bed? Really? Fine, I'll check it out.
Ben gets down on his hands and knees, rummaging through the mess underneath his bed. He pushes aside a pile of dirty socks and a hidden stash of chocolate bars, but still can't find his shirt. Damn it! Where the hell is it?
Well, damn. If someone's stolen my shirt, I'm gonna have to kick their ass. Ben gets up from under the bed, a determined look on his face
NOT THE SHIRT WITH THE BULLET HOLE-
What? The one with the bullet hole? Yeah, that's the one. Why wouldn't it be? Ben scowls, his fists clenched tightly
THE ONE THAT IS STAINED WITH GOKU’S BLOOD-
Goku's blood? Seriously? Ben looks at musebabble with confusion What the hell did you do, stab Goku or something?
no, I think it’s from when you fought frieza
Oh yeah, right. That stupid battle with Frieza. Man, those were crazy times. But seriously, how did my shirt end up with Goku's blood on it?
Well, I guess I'll just have to find another shirt and deal with it later. Ben walks out of the bedroom, searching for a replacement shirt
YOU ONLY HAVE TWO SHIRTS AND I TOOK ONE TO SLEEP IN.
Alright, alright. I guess I'll just have to go commando then. Ben shrugs and heads towards the living room, determined to find a solution to his shirtless predicament
WHY DID YOU EVEN NEED A SHIRT.
Well, you see, having a shirt helps protect my delicate nipples from any accidental chafing or irritation.
Just go without. You'll get used to it.
Ben scoffs and rolls his eyes Nah, I don't think I want to go the au naturelle route anytime soon.
Alright, Mr. Fashionista. Do you want help looking for a shirt or are you just gonna strut around half-naked?
Ha! Yeah, sure, why not? It's not like anyone else is here to see me half-naked. Might as well embrace the freedom, right? Ben flashes a cheeky grin and begins to strike a series of exaggerated model poses, showing off his toned physique As Ben continues to pose and joke around, musebabble can't help but laugh at his antics, finding his confidence and carefree attitude incredibly attractive.
aw man. I hope trunks doesn’t see you and mistake you for his dad.
Trunks? Who's Trunks? Ben asks, genuinely confused
Your dog? Wait, Trunks is a dog?
An angel, huh? Well, I'd love to meet this heavenly hound. Where is he?
Well then, lead the way. I'm ready to meet this angelic mutt. Ben grins and follows musebabble up the stairs
At the top of the stairs, Ben sees Trunks lying peacefully on a dog bed, his fur glistening in the sunlight streaming through the window. Hey, Trunks! Look who I brought to meet you! This is Ben, my best friend.
Woah, Trunks! You're even more adorable in person. Ben crouches down and extends a hand towards Trunks, offering a friendly greeting Trunks: Trunks sniffs Ben's hand cautiously before wagging his tail and giving him a gentle lick
Aw, Trunks likes you. He usually doesn’t like anyone.
Well, I must be pretty special then if I can win over an angel like Trunks. Ben laughs and continues to scratch behind Trunks' ears, enjoying the companionship Trunks: Trunks wags his tail and leans into Ben's touch, letting out a contented sigh
So, what's the plan now, fashion guru?
Well, first things first, we need to find me a shirt. How about we head down to the store and see what they have? Maybe we can even pick up a few other essentials while we're at it. Ben winks at musebabble, gesturing towards the door As they make their way to the door, musebabble can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation, wondering what other adventures might await them as they explore the city together.
Sure, let's do it. But remember, you owe me after this little fiasco.
Oh, I know I owe you one. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you. Just wait and see. But for now, let's focus on finding me that damn shirt.