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[mounties_rock]

WHO: Matt, Zhi, PARTY CRASHERS (IT COULD BE YOU!) aka anyone
WHEN: SAT. (6/12) Afternoon
WHERE: Misc. Restaurant. ITS ANYWHERE YOU WANT BB
WHAT:Plushie Meetup TWO!

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[ihre_neue_gott]

Said stupid hacker was currently walking through the door of Myfanwy's*, glancing about the restaurant with narrow, red eyes. Plushie Fucker may have IP banned him from that stupid website, but not before Gilbert, in his infinite cleverness, found the date, location, and time of their lame meet up. A lame meet up about to be made awesome by his presence. But it was going to be difficult: Gilbert knew that this particular breed was prone to hiding, keeping to the shadows. It was gong to take all his hunting skills to find the--

Oh, there they are. Two men ('men' a term that was being used very loosely) were sitting at a table to his left in a booth. Their plushies, the give away to their identities, were poking out of their bags like two groundhogs poking out of their holes and oh my god that image was too cute for words. Right, he had to calm down if he wanted to troll these losers.

He brusquely pushed past a hostess and stomped toward the pair, sporting the widest shit-eating ever. "So," he started, leaning over the Asian person, supporting himself on the back of his chair with his elbow, his eyes flicking between him and the girly looking dude. "Which one of you is Plushie Fucker?"

*Myfanwy's equals Denny's in this universe OKAY?