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[goddamnbatsperm]

[There is one boy and one girl, both in masks, sitting at the far corners of a brightly colored quilt. The boy is most certainly scowling. There is a picnic laid out, and blankets strewn about. You may find yourself on one of these blankets with someone for whom "friend" might be a stretch. Leaving the quilt doesn't appear to be an option

Comments

[00_07]

... this isn't my fault.

[goddamnbatsperm]

How could it be your fault?

[00_07]

Because I was going to plan a picnic for us...

[goddamnbatsperm]

I sincerely doubt you have the ability to force me to stay somewhere.

[idle_traveller]

May I?

[goddamnbatsperm]

Do what.

[idle_traveller]

Sit down?

[goddamnbatsperm]

Whatever.

[screwfate]

...

[goddamnbatsperm]

[GRUMP]

[screwfate]

...Trapped?

[goddamnbatsperm]

What does it look like?

[stillarookie]

You guys don't got no idea how to have a picnic, do ya?

[00_07]

We didn't plan this one!

[stillarookie]

That don't mean you can't enjoy it, right? You guys ain't bein' served bugs and crap in there, are ya?

[00_07]

Robin's mad at me, so I can't enjoy it.

[hidesthebodies]

[on his own blanket, not looking happy about it]

[trunkate]

[ NOW YOU HAVE COMPANY. ]

. . . oh goodie.

[hidesthebodies]

. . . what do you want?

[trunkate]

I don't want anything from you.