First Concert [Voice]

[beatofthesoul]

Free gingerbread and hot chocolate seemed pretty cool at first, but...

[The crash. It has arrived.]

I don't think I can take any more. And smelling like a vanilla cupcake is definitely not cool.

[Soul sighs.]

Maka, I'm gonna lay down on the floor with a blanket, since my bed is still some marshmallow monstrosity.

Comments

[gangstaspeak]

Smellin' like bubblegum ain't all too tight either, yo.

[beatofthesoul]

Man, it makes my teeth hurt just thinking about it.

[gangstaspeak]

Ain't helpin' that there ain't much 'round that ain't sweet, you know? Barf.

[beatofthesoul]

Tell me about it. I'd even settle for some of Blair's cooking. It might be burnt to a crisp, but at least it wouldn't have sugar added to it.

[gangstaspeak]

Burnt to a crisp? Ain't no way I'mma somethin' like that either, yo.