Pizza in the House of Strider [Semi-Open]

[hopediesalone]

who ; Protoman, Bro, any Casa de Strider guests or residents
what ; THE COOLEST AND MOST IRONIC PIZZA NIGHT EVER. Bronanigans.
where ; Casa de Strider
when ; Monday night
warning(s) ;

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[puppetfetishist]

Bro is still glowing and green, and it's three in the morning but he can't sleep. Stupid dog powers make him feel constantly wired. So he's opening the door.

"Sup."

[hopediesalone]

Protoman nods when he sees him. It's still a little fucking weird to see it, but...honestly, his weirdness censor's broken at this point. He's also sort of really goddamn hungry.

"Not much, man. Mind if I come in?"

[puppetfetishist]

"Hey, not at all," he said, floating to the side to let Protoman in.

[hopediesalone]

"Thanks." he stepped inside, glancing around and taking a note of the decor. Lots of red, figures...coral sculptures, plants...marionettes and some other classy puppets. Huh. Not quite what he expected, but pretty good over all.

"Got any food?" What is actually needing to eat. What is that.