by tavros. » Mon Jan 07, 2013 7:58 am
Michael smiled, watching Alex work his magic. He took a seat on the counter next to the stove, crammed between a fire machine and a knife block. He didn't mind, though, cuz there he could watch Alex make breakfast, adding in things that he never would've thought of.
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VRISKA: What sort of hideous dimwitted 8aloney drivel are you spouting out your prattle socket this time?
TAVROS: wHAT i MEAN IS,
TAVROS: i *CONVINCED* THEM ALL TO JOIN ME, vRISKA,
TAVROS: uSING WORDS,
TAVROS: aND SMILES,
TAVROS: aND FRIENDSHIP, }:D
VRISKA: No...
TAVROS: nO?
VRISKA: NO........
TAVROS: bUT,
TAVROS: hAVE YOU CONSIDERED,
TAVROS: yES???
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