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[hooked_on_speed]

WHO: Quicksilver, Toad, Avalanche [Posting Order]
WHERE: Brotherhood base
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WARNINGS: Language maybe violence if tempers are thrown. 8)
SUMMARY: Shenanigans forever. What else do they even do? :/
FORMAT: Quickiegraph.

Comments

lol totally didn't see this /fail

[stuckfingers]

Todd was a little suspicious about the TV, but seriously, who cared? Like he gave a shit if something was stolen. He jumped over the edge of the couch and stared at it.

The damn speedster was flipping channels at the speed of light.

"You wanna slow down a little, Pietro?" he grumbled, folding his arms and glaring sideways at the asshole. "Some of the rest of us got normal eyes."

[lance_alvers]

Lance had been sitting in a nearby reclining chair, a hat tipped down over his face, trying to take a nap. Pietro's channel flipping he could zone out, but him and Todd fighting would've been a little harder. Pietro'd either use his sneering voice or possibly eventually his high-pitched squeak, Todd would start shouting and slime all over everything, and Lance would end up sucking their feet into the ground just to get them to shut up.

"Where'd we even get this anyway?" Lance said, deciding to try and change the subject. He tipped the hat up enough to peer over at the two on the couch. "I don't remember us having one this big before."

[hooked_on_speed]

Pietro, being the ever so attentive friend that he was, simply flipped the channels faster and turned the volume louder. He didn't mean to wake Lance. Actually Lance hadn't been bothering him at all. But Toad. God damn Toad. Pietro hated when people told him to slow down, so when he was, naturally, he'd just go faster.

"I bought it!" was all he said to Lance, and then turned to Todd rudely. "Your eyes don't look normal to me, slime boy."

[stuckfingers]

"Jackass," Todd muttered, settling into the couch with his arms crossed. He'd watch anyway, even if it made him a little nauseous. Pietro'd probably break the remote soon anyway.

"You know he stole it, man," he said offhandedly. At the insult, his temper slipped a little, and his tongue snapped out to grab the remote out of Pietro's grip. Todd recrossed his arms, slowly and deliberately flipping channels, just to piss the speedster off.

"Your face don't look normal. Suck it."