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Nov 17, 2007 19:25

...at least it's better than some moronic prank like that candy hair incident.

The weather's actually pretty decent for once.

wtf, weather

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changingvisions November 18 2007, 02:27:14 UTC
Yazoo, the 'candy hair incident' was probably the greatest thing that has ever happened here besides me arriving. It was not 'moronic.'

Mmm. Candy hair.

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silver_calamity November 18 2007, 02:30:05 UTC
No...I think the greatest thing that has ever happened here were those random periods of you being quiet.

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changingvisions November 18 2007, 02:31:19 UTC
Oooh, that wounds me, Yazzy. It really does.
To the heart. That is made of candy. Delicious candy.

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silver_calamity November 18 2007, 02:40:48 UTC
Were you in one of those random comas?

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changingvisions November 18 2007, 02:55:42 UTC
Yeah.
And I didn't even have any cool out-of-body experiences. Which is pretty much the point of a coma, I thought.

Did you worry about me, mmm?

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silver_calamity November 18 2007, 02:58:36 UTC
No.

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changingvisions November 18 2007, 02:59:39 UTC
Saddening~!
Yaz, when the snow gets thicker, wanna ambush people with me? We will blanket your blondie brother with our snowballs.

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silver_calamity November 18 2007, 03:03:07 UTC
Shocking, I know.

Why? He doesn't like snow. If we do that, he'll probably end up traumatized or something.

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changingvisions November 18 2007, 03:08:32 UTC
Quite so.
Because it's fun. And if it bothers him that much, we can always find...another victim.

[[ooc: mei, you have no idea how hard I am laughing at the mental image of exuberant tonks and detached yazoo lugging snowballs at cloud who falls on the ground and begins to scream. ♥]]

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silver_calamity November 18 2007, 03:15:33 UTC
I think I can find some other way of passing the time, thanks.

(OOC: <3 Too bad Yaz doesn't want to do it because he might get into trouble with Kadaj. ^_^)

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changingvisions November 29 2007, 00:45:10 UTC
TRAGIC.

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