二十八 // Without Me

[pretecorrotto]

What the everliving fuck.

What happened to my fucking house. I swear when I find you fucking brats, I'll kill you, bring you back, and kill you again.

[ooc: Guess who's back (back back), back again. Moonie's back (back back), tell a friend.]

Comments

HE'S ALSO RELIEVED. REALLY.

[smokesordie]

SURPRISE!

AWWW

[pretecorrotto]

Why am I not surprised that you are involved.

:>

[smokesordie]

Involved in what?

BFFS =]

[pretecorrotto]

Take your pick. Either the cheese melted to the sofa, or the ketchup drawings on the table.

4LYFERITE

[smokesordie]

Awww, did the kids leave you going away presents?

THEY CAN HAVE A SLEEPOVER AND PAINT EACH OTHER'S NAILS

[pretecorrotto]

They shouldn't have.

AND TELL GHOST STORIES

[smokesordie]

It's how they show affection.

No, but seriously, grab your shit and get down to the Wilderness.

AND TALK ABOUT ALL THE CUTE BOYS IN THEIR CLASS

[pretecorrotto]

If you're being serious, this must be some bad shit heading this way.

AND WATCH MOVIES WITH CUTE BOYS

[smokesordie]

I dunno, man, I think GIANT INSECTS are some pretty seriously bad shit.

AND MOON CAN TOTALLY BRAID EYEPATCH'S HAIR

[pretecorrotto]

[Moon starts to reply back, but there is suddenly a big splotch of ink.]

The fuck was that.

[ooc: A scout just passed by his window. Not like Moon was startled or anything.]

AND THEN THEY CAN PLAY KATY PERRY RECORDS

[smokesordie]

That's the Sphere telling you to MOVE, MOONIE, MOVE!

[[ooc: ffff, 'course he wasn't. ;)]]

AND MAKE THOSE FOLDED PAPER QUESTION THINGS

[pretecorrotto]

Fucking shit.

Not like I trust the fucking elevator right now.

AND PLAY TWISTER--ohwait

[smokesordie]

No one trusts the elevator, but there aren't stairs either. It's called a cruel irony.