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[gredn0tforge]

[OH LOOK. MILK. IN A BAG. WHAT IS THIS STRANGE AND MYSTERIOUS THING.

Actually, George (or is it Fred today?) is feeling a bit amused by the sight of it too. He has it out on his counter, and prods it with the tip of his wand.]

You'd think that if they took the time to put it in bags, they'd've at least made it more interesting.

[Airily gives

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[hyperdulia]

[gredn0tforge]

[Waves! Ignoring the milk dripping down the counter, walls, fridge, and... everything else. His tone is completely casual, too, as though exploding milkbags happen every day.]

Lovely weather today, I've heard- can't imaging why you wouldn't be out enjoying it.

[hyperdulia]

[Well, you see, she now has milk all over her skirt.] Does it rain milk often here?

[gredn0tforge]

[Sounding very secretive.] Every day.

[hyperdulia]

[B|]

[gredn0tforge]

[:D]

[hyperdulia]

[Wiping off skirt. And GLARING.]

[gredn0tforge]

[Prods some of the milk dripping from the counter to the floor with his wand, "accidentally" causing some to squirt upwards in the general direction of your face. 83 He totally doesn't think it'd be hilarious if it got you.]

[hyperdulia]

[dfkjadslfja AND IT DOES] HEY!

[gredn0tforge]

Has anyone told you yet that you've got milk on your face? [Says this completely casually.]

[hyperdulia]

[If she knew him better she would totally Maka Chop him. Now, he just gets the biggest glare EVER as she wipes her face off.]

[gredn0tforge]

[Innocent smile~]

[hyperdulia]

[GLARE] Was that really necessary?

[gredn0tforge]

Not in the least. S'pose you can always take it up with the milk, though.

[hyperdulia]

I don't think the milk chose to fly at me!

[gredn0tforge]

Why wouldn't it? Freakishly temperamental, milk is.