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[brbgoing2russia]

[Action A]

[Hi Mayfield. Do you like food? Yeah. Everyone likes food. So you're totally at the grocery store, right?

Well. Charlie ran out of eggs at home. But instead of walking to the grocery store like a normal person, she instead teleports in in that nice explosion of pink smoke, right next to you. Say Hi?]

[Action B]

[Oh, Mayfield High

Comments

b

[strike_you_out]

[Class isn't any less "lovely" than it was before, really. It's a little more interesting now thanks to the water, but still mostly annoying.

Slugger cracks open a textbook---perhaps for the first time since he's been here---and holds it over his head like a tent.]

Nice work.

[brbgoing2russia]

[Who's oblivious to sarcasm??? (or just really sarcastic herself) THIS GIRL.]

Thanks!

[strike_you_out]

[Actually, he half-meant it.]

You should do it everyday.

[brbgoing2russia]

Wouldn't it get boring after the third or fourth time?

[strike_you_out]

Not if class is cancelled each time.

[Grin. Welp, better get going then. He reaches for his baseball bat with one hand, still holding the book on his head with the other. He's pretty much soaked from the neck down.]

[brbgoing2russia]

Huh. That wasn't the reaction I was expecting. But alright.

I might keep it up.