Do you wanna PARTY? It's PARTYTIME! *rp, everybody invited!*
Gilbert had just recently gotten back from yet another run to the store to pick up supplies for the night. Some of the people who were planning on coming to the party had already dropped off their contributions to the festivites and his fridge was now suitably stocked at least for the time being. Not all of it was what he would call top notch ( Read more... )
"Franny!" He crowed, moving to bring his friend into a companionable bro-hug until he noticed the plates and trays of food. Leave it to Francis to bring enough top class gourmet food to feed an army. Well, he pretty much was when it came right down to it.
"And Eyebrows." He looked over at the brit standing next to Franciscarrying his fair share of the snacks. "I kept my promise from that text. Your boy toy here was returned to you safe and sound and none molested." He laughed at Arthur, always enjoying the rise he got out of the Englishman. He grabbed a couple of the trays from him and turned towards the table to put them down, suddenly stopping in his tracks and eyeing the plates suspiciously. "You didn't help make any of this, did you?" The thought of death by baked good had the albino's face, well...it couldn't really drain of colour any more than it already was, but if it could it would have at that though.
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