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[esquirethatis]

I leave you idiots for 68 messages and you all go insane.

What in hell's name do I do now?

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[1st_protagonist]

Bake a pie. ^u^

[esquirethatis]

[esquirethatis]

[1st_protagonist]

...

*bakes a sheepish pie*

[forcedmirror]

/toes the ground sheepishly.

[esquirethatis]

...

[hug]

[forcedmirror]

/cannot manage smalltext hug so how about.

/HUGETEXT HUG.

/because who needs intact ribs, right? seriously.

[esquirethatis]

[SQUISHED]

..fj...fjioanf ioana goiak guh....

[flop]

[urfuckingfired]

/squints

Is that who I think it is?

[esquirethatis]

/squints back

Depends on who's askin'.

....yes. [flings self at Gil!]

[urfuckingfired]

/catches Sinclair in his arms, twirling him around

Gus!

/gives him a rib-crushing hug and an affectionate, albeit very wet newt kiss

Look, Gus! I can go outside now!

[esquirethatis]

[CRUSHED AGAIN GDI]

....th-...

...that's g-great...

guh..

[bzztstaticbzzt]

You think of something creative.

[not_harry_mason]

/BEARHUGS

Gus, where were you when I had a vagina? I looked everywhere.

[esquirethatis]

/SNUGGLES

...Damnit. Y'should've called me, I was hidin' behind the train cars over there. [points in pointlessly random direction]

[not_harry_mason]

Honestly, Gus, how am I meant to contact you if you leave your radio off all the time?

/fusses like a mother hen
/brushes imaginary dust off your shoulders

[esquirethatis]

[cheeks go all rosy] Oh, Mark. I'm sorry. [toes the ground] I won't do it again~