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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Who: FiN and visitors
Where: FiN
When: Day 227 after game and onward

[ Witty flavor text about taxes goes here.

'Sup, nerds? ]

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[What random, miscellaneous and highly inappropriate spices can he find off hand?

Hmmmmm.

Paprika?]

[scarvedforlife]

You monster! Put that down!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Holds out his hand expectantly]

[scarvedforlife]

[ Flings it at Intensity's face. ]

[ And promptly launches himself at him right behind it. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[I---

He hates everything about this.

Catches the spatula, though!





But do they crash into the oven is the real question?]

[scarvedforlife]

[ lbr probably, but Sho's got the quick reflexes which means he can kick away the hot frying pan before it can splatter on either of them, sorry fin kitchen. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Everyday he actually forgets that Sho is a capable fighter.

How unfair.

Also---




WHEEZES as he slams into the counter.

His poor spine]

[scarvedforlife]

[ Crouched on top of Intensity, blinking down. ]

You know for being so tall and at least decently filled out you are like a twig.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Half-hearted shove]

Like you're one to talk!

[scarvedforlife]

Wow rude, I'm definitely stronger than I look.

[ Getting off him though, picking up the pan. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Grumble grumble grumble]






Can't believe you're a fucking mob boss.

[Which is probably not quite true, but it's close enough!]

[scarvedforlife]

Says the teenaged CEO.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. But I'm on brand because I'm a dick.

You're Secret Boy-Next-Door Hidden Yakuza.

[scarvedforlife]

Hey, don't hate on me because I can hide my dick better than you can.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'll hate on you for whatever stupid reason I want!

[scarvedforlife]

[ Gonna be good and clean up his mess. ]

Aww, is grannie's back sore? Does he need a massage, the poor dear?