don't be scared of the dark... || closed

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"Alright. I suggest you start preparing for your loss, then." Jackson tossed a piece of waffle towards her.

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Moka chuckled as she easily dodged the piece thrown at her. "If that's all you go then I'm afraid that you will be the one that loses. "She then unleashed a torrent of waffle pieces at him. "Prepare to lose jackson!"

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A piece of waffle hit him smack in the forehead before he could react and he hid behind the armchair to avoid the rest that was thrown at him. He levitated a fair amount of waffle pieces in the air above his head and fired them all towards her at once. "Oh, are you sure?"

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Moka laughed as she sucked behind the bed to avoid getting hit by the waffle pieces. "Yeah i know that your gonna lose jackson cause girls always win duh." She said as she disappeared from sight when she was actually crawling under the bed. She figured that she would be able to hit him easily if she got closer.

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Jackson rolled his eyes and waited for her to appear so he could hit her with the waffle. When she didn't, he knew she was up to something. Wait.... Jackson peered at the bed closely, he could swear he saw something move underneath. He carefully crawled towards the edge of the bed and looked underneath, only to have his head collide into someone else's. "What the-" he swore loudly, rubbing his forehead.

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Moka was crawling under the bed when she heard jackson go quiet. From under the bed she could see him crawling towards the bed and she crawled towards him thinking that he would jump on top of the bed only to discover that she was not on the other side. Turns out he stuck his head under the bed and his head collided right into hers. "Owww..." she said as she jerked her head back only to have it hit the underside of the bed earning another groan of pain from her. After she shook of the pain she threw all the waffle pieces she had at him and hoped that he gave up cause she was now out of pieces.

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Jackson ducked down, and most of the waffle pieces went over his head. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, trying to hold back his laughter. "Because I hope you don't mind this." He chucked the rest of his waffle at her. He only had a little bit left though.

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Because she was still stuck under the bed, Moka had no room to avoid the waffle pieces so they pretty much all hit there intended target before she raised her arms to block the rest. "Ok ok you win just no more waffles." She said laughing as she made her way out from under the bed. Once she was put she cleared her hair of the occasional waffle piece the flopped down on the bed."So what do you want to do now" she said hopefully changing the subject. I sure do hope he forgot the bet

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"I win?" Jackson smirked. He didn't think she would give in so easily. He ignored her question and instead grinned at her. "Alright. You would have had to do whatever I tell you for one day. But since it wasn't fair because you got... injured... let's have a rematch. Yes yes I know, I'm such a kind-hearted person." He began to pick up the waffle pieces off the ground so he could throw them away. "And you can choose what the competition is."

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"Well yeah you win cause even if I didn't get injured then I would have ran out of waffle pieces and would have had to surrender anyways....but since you want a rematch I guess that's ok to." Moka said smiling as she rolled over to hug a pillow. For some reason she just felt safe hugging the pillow and it being really soft was a plus. "And you can pick the competition because I'm not all that great at picking ones that would be fair for the both of us. The first thing I thought of was a race but quickly shot that down"