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[molotov]

[Today, one might notice some... new residents in the lobby. Two new, very small residents. Two new, very small, and very redheaded residents. Although they may not look familiar to their friends, since they are missing rather distinctive eyewear.]

Are you really going to sit there and eat chips?

Yep.

Well, what are we going to do next?

I dunno. [He pops more chips into his mouth.] Enjoy this place before we get moved somewhere else again?

Ugh. [She rolls her eyes as the heels of her feet hit the couch.]

Think there is a fun room around here? I wonder if they have laser tag...

Really, Cross?

Well, one besides the game room. I feel like shooting. [He pretends to pull back the string of a bow and makes a “pshew!” sound at the nonexistent arrow flying.]

Laser tag does not have bows and arrows!

Whatever, Molotov!

I wonder if there is anyone else here to play with. You are being boring.

And you are being annoying, as always.

[There’s a glare and a moment of silence before she snatches his chips away and throws them on the floor.] Shut up.

Hey!! [He shoves her arm as a ghost comes and cleans up the mess.]

Do not hit me, Cross! [But her admonishment doesn’t stop her from immediately pushing him back, with both hands.]

[Yeah, he is going to jump off the couch to move away from her and take out his journal.] If anyone would like a bratty girl for a sister, they can take her!

I am a better sister than you are at being a brother! At least I am not a stinky stupid boy.

Boys are a lot more fun than girls.

More gross and dumb, you mean. Girls are pretty and smart.

Girls just look at themselves in the mirror and are all-- [in a high-pitched voice] “Oh, look at me! I am so cute! I only know how to dress up and pretend to be Mommy and I do not play in the dirt or play rough!”

Shut up, Cross! [Can’t play rough? Well, she’ll show him. By tackling him.]

No, Mol-- [Oh heck no. Cross is yelling in protest as he gets tackled, quickly letting out a growl of displeasure and trying to flip their positions.]

[And now there are two small, wrestling children in the middle of the lobby. Someone should probably put a stop to this -- little Molotov is prone to biting, much to Cross’s annoyance.]



[OOC: Open for action or journal! This is the start of Molotov and Cross's joint loss. Cross is blue, Molotov is red. Have fun!]

Comments

1/????

[samson]

[... what ...]

[samson]

[........ no ........]

[samson]

[oh my god no]

[samson]

[NO NO NO]

[samson]

[THIS IS WORSE WHEN HE WAS A PUPPY OH MY FUCKING FUCKSHIT]

[samson]

[THIS IS HORRIBLE ON SO MANY LEVELS THAT BROCK CAN'T EVEN DEAL WITH IT AAAAAHHH]

[samson]

[weh ... no ......]

ok im done

[samson]

[.... cautiously ... also dictated] Molotov ...

[molotov]

[There are some fighting noises as Molotov kicks Cross away, so that she can grab a journal.] Hello?

[samson]

[SCREAM this is weird]

Uhhhh, you shouldn't punch people. Or whatever ...

[molotov]

I did not punch him! [This is true. She hit and kicked and bit, but not punched.] And he was being mean. Who are you, anyway?

1/3

[save_the_souls]

[Is that...?]

[save_the_souls]

[.....Yes, it just might be.]

[This is...disturbing. He's never even considered what Master was like as a child. Or that Master ever WAS a child.]

3/3

[save_the_souls]

[.................]


[Maybe it's best that he remains silent so they can all pretend afterwards they saw nothing]

[echivoc]

[ LMAO KSJDFG BUT HE WANTS TO TELL YOU HOW COOL YOUR SCAR IS

ALSO WHAT KIND OF BIRD IS TIMCANPY

ALSO WHY IS YOUR HAIR WHITE YOU MUST BE OLD ]

[save_the_souls]

[NO, HE KNOWS THIS ONE. YOU"LL BE A COMPLETE BRAT TO HIM AS A CHILD.]

[THEN GROW UP AND MAKE HIS LIFE EVEN MORE HELL BECAUSE HE SAW YOU AS A CHILD.]

[HE KNOWS THIS TRICK!!!]

[And thus as his horrid luck dictates, will be running into you in person just when he's off guard]

[molotov]

[COME ON, ALLEN, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH THEM]

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[And this is one of those things Spike would have ignored completely if he hadn't caught one of their names. ... This is mildly horrifying.]

... That's some timing.

[molotov]

What is?

[gottaknockhard]

Nothing.

[Just signs from the universe when people make horrible decisions. Whatever.]

You're Molotov, huh?

[molotov]

[How is this a sign, Spike. How. You live in a castle that turns people into animals.]

Yes! How do you know me?

[candled]

[Rhode is using the end of her umbrella to lightly poke whichever one of you is currently on top in the side. she, meanwhile, is perched at the arm of the couch, feet dangling off. GEEZ don't you know some people are trying to lurk here...!!!]

He~y. You're noisy.

[molotov]

[Well, umbrella-poking is way ruder than being loud! Molotov lets go of her brother to fling a journal at Rhode.] And you are ugly!

[echivoc]

[ Cross just looks at Rhode. ]

You could move somewhere else.

[candled]

[she swats the journal away with said poking-umbrella, pouting petulantly.]

Why should I? You're the ones being brats!