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"Really hella important." John smiled. "Um, when should I come back for those? Or will you get a hold of me to tell me?"

"I'll send you a text and let you know when to get em." Bro assured him.

"Going to get my number from Dave?" John asked

"Yeah." Bro said, forgetting that John didn't know he had his number. "Or I'll fish it out of his phone so he doesn't get suspicious. Or you can just give it to me now and I'll jot it down."

John nodded and pulled his phone out.

Bro grunted. "Just gonna take it down?"

"I was going to give mine to you. I still don't have the last bit memorized yet." John replied sheepishly.

"Ah alright. Go ahead." He said, prepared to write the number down on a napkin.

John nodded and read off his number. "get it?" he asked

"Mmmmmmmmhm." Bro hummed as he jotted the down the number and pocketed it. "I'll let you know as soon as it's done."

John grinned. "Thanks" he pocketed his phone and started towards the door.

Bro nodded as he flipped the tv on again. "No worries, kiddo."

John grinned before he left. He had to be fast if he wanted to be gone before Dave came home.

Bro smirked and started calculating in his mind just what he needed for the replicas.

John practically skipped all the way home. He rushed up to his computer and practically threw himself into the chair. He grinned as he pulled up pesterchum.

EB: biz!
EB: just gave bro my number and he's going to call me when he finishes them

Just on time. Bro had holed himself away in his room to start working when he got the message. 

DB: aww sweet.
DB: did he say when he'd be done with em?

DB: heh.
DB: sure thing, John.
DB: though the concept seems like of funny to me.

DB: just like.
DB: oh hey while we're in this public place, lemme give you your dildo.
DB: sorry I'm just imagining us sitting there at a table and you pull out this present looking box and the dildo's inside.
DB: I tend to imagine things sometimes.

DB: you can always shoot him a message or something?
DB: or call him.

And just then , John's phone rang.

John jumped, having been startled, and fumbled to get the phone out of his pocket. "H-hello?" he panted.

"Hey Egbert, it's me." Bro said. "You forgot to mention your little boy toy's piercing locations."

John laughed. "Oh man, we were like, just talking about that actually!" he grinned even though Bro couldn't see it. "He's got a ladder, five rungs. And he's not little, he's older than me."