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[salamancer.livejournal.com]

The next person to suggest we eat ice cream for an entire month and have it passed through by the staff will be royally flipped off the handle into a never ending abyss of pain and despair and horrible blackness.

That is all.

[A few moments later, there is an addition.]

Also, has anyone seen Dave Strider as of late? I don't believe he is in his room, but his things are still present.

Comments

[quarkylass]

Then what's your definition?

[ Oh look they arrived at the cafeteria! Jade is zooming in on that fruit like she hasn't eaten in weeks. ]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ less enthusiastically follows. fruit is gross. ]

Someone I'd let take my shades off.

[ that is a true mark of brohood jade. can you feel the bro radiating throughout the room?? ]

[quarkylass]

[ Yes. Yes she can. Enough so that she doesn't even pick up the fruit. She looks at him, eyes wide. ]

But you're Dave. You never take them off.

[ Oh look you startled her. ]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

I know.

[ feel the broship, sad jade. feel it. ]

[quarkylass]

[ oh my god she feels the broship O__O ]

But-- you would-- really?

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[quarkylass]

[ She steps a little bit closer, and can't really stop her hands from moving up in curiosity--

before she quickly steps back and busies herself with finding fruit. Too shy too shy oh god what if he hates her now or something for being that presumptuous. ]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ oh. well. shrug. doesn't bother him. ]

What kinds of fruit do they have here, anyway?

[quarkylass]

Lots of fruit. My favorites are oranges, though.

[ She nabs an orange and a knife, sitting down at a table and patting the spot next to her. Come sit next to her, bird dave. ]