FOODFIGHT~!

[musicalrabbit]

[Set up randomly around the DR are pails full of rainbow candies to fall on top of you. Like the water bucket prank, but with m&ms and skittles and such things. (Whether the rainbow candies do anything is up to the mun

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[meansproutling]

[Meansprout is grumbling and brushing skittles off of his suddenly much-smaller shoulders.]

Fucking hell.

[musical_rabbit]

[brb using you as cover and tossing a green cupcake at someone from behind you.]

[meansproutling]

[Hope you don't mind a growling child kicking you with tiny boots.]

Stop it!

[musicalrabbit]

[blinkblink, grabbing one of those little feet]

This is a foodfight, not a fistfight. [ :| ]

[meansproutling]

[flailing D:] Let GO.

This is your fault!

[musicalrabbit]

[squints at him.] You're not my Kuzy. [letting go~! but will grab again if he kicks 14th again.]

My fault? Whatever is my fault? [because, granted, he is to blame for a lot of things.]

[meansproutling]

I'm not Ku-- [pauuuuuuse. oh.] You're the Fourteenth, aren't you?

This! [gestures to himself] I'm not a little kid!

[musicalrabbit]

[smiles~!] You know of me?

[... pokes nose.] You look like a little kid. Are you a robot?

[meansproutling]

Kuzu mentioned you. [Tone implies he did not hear good things.]

[Snatching that finger and squeezing it B|] No, idiot. I'm fifteen. Your goddamn rainbow food made me look younger.

[musicalrabbit]

Ah! I see~! [still smiling~] Are you a friend of Kuzy's then?

[ow. tugs finger away] Oops~? [shrugs a shoulder and you might want to duck that next bit of ... well it might be a rainbow blob of pudding.]

[meansproutling]

No. [/refuses to ever admit he has friends]

[---akhgak barely gets out of the way in time. Now he has bits of rainbow pudding in his hair, ew. Fortunately it doesn't do anything to him. He hopes you get some on you B(]

[minimusicrabbit]

Really now~? [raises a brow

... and no Redteenth tried to duck but got it on himself anyway--and is now minisized too.] Oh. Well that's annoying. [stares at a tiny hand]

[meansproutling]

[ignores your skepticism.]

[he looks over at him as he tries to get the pudding out of his own hair.] Serves you right.

[minimusicrabbit]

[fingercombs some pudding out of his own hair] And I left my slingshot back at my fort.

[meansproutling]

...You're an idiot.

[minimusicrabbit]

No you are~!