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[popcornlasers]

Today's Mello's twentieth birthday, so I decided to blow it out of the water compared to all his other birthdays by writing him a poem. I was going to make him chocolate soufflé or something since I'm still confined to the house and really fucking bored, but Chadwick accidentally popped it, so I ordered in some giant chocolate cookie pizza thing

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[devilsball]

AND I AM FUCKING OLDER THAN YOU IN MATURITY, MATT, YOU'VE BEEN FOURTEEN INSIDE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE!

[popcornlasers]

I like fourteen. It means I can still put cornflakes under yours sheets.

[devilsball]

Try it and I start on Badou.

[popcornlasers]

Start on Badou how? And dear, dear, dearest Mello...I already have.

[devilsball]

You are so incompetent about it though.

[popcornlasers]

Would you like to know your real present yet, or keep sulking in the corner for a while longer?

[devilsball]

...... Yes.

[popcornlasers]

Maybe I should wait until they get here though, instead of telling you first...

[devilsball]

.... Who.

[popcornlasers]

No one.

[devilsball]

Matt.

[popcornlasers]

Mello.

[nicotine_patch]

Badou!

[popcornlasers]

Badou!

[nicotine_patch]

Matt?

[popcornlasers]

Matt. :3