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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Feb 3, 2016 23:17:43 GMT -6
Maicy chuckled "I think that's pretty pro to only live off McDonald's fries and be able to go though. My friend, Celesthy, on the other hand..." Maicy thought about what Celesthy would say to something like that. "I'm pretty she would have a negative reaction about that... and we would have some stupid argument about that."
Best friends, right?"I mean, you gotta make the best of what you can, right? After all, college is expensive from what I hear. It makes sense he lived off cheap food!" They chuckled as they listened to Maicy talk about her 'friend.' "Friends shouldn't argue about trivial things. That's just dumb." They shrugged. Speaking of arguments, it seemed the small dispute between Vale and Alti took itself outside, along with Cyrus and Alraada. There was no way in hell that Aberdeen was missing this, so the commanded their smoke cloud to drift off and outside. Once in the cool night air, the cloud raised up a bit, now about 11 feet off the ground so that it had a good vantage point of what would ensue next. |
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Post by cassiroll on Feb 3, 2016 23:26:19 GMT -6
Alraada looked over at vale. "Do you need to go to a nurse or something?" "I will be fine." He smiled over at her. "I've been through far worse than whatever he'll manage to conjure." He emphasized the last word as he looked over at Alti, raising his single brow to them. He'd seen the black flecks that had gathered around his finger nails. If he could properly read auras, he was sure this man had a supernatural one. It was a skill he should have thought about studying over the last few years considering, but too late now. He'd never dream of outing him, but hoped his message was conveyed through his expression and word choice. "I agree with the intoxicated gentleman," Vale stated. "You shouldn't be out here, this is my fight. I started it for a reason." He put both his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her, although the forced seemed to linger and dragged her farther away then it should have. She would have barely felt the touch of his hands. "You stay over there~. I'm not going to die over something like this. And that's really all that matters." He laughed and put his arms behind his back again, nodding at Alti. "If you'd like to continue with whatever it is you're doing, go right ahead. I'm not going to stop you or ask you to cease. It is your decision entirely when this conflict will end." |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Feb 4, 2016 1:04:20 GMT -6
"It seems you don't think I'm being genuine." He said. "Or you just don't care. It takes two to make up, you know~." His voice was still chipper, but he was frowning. "I'm trying to make this a better experience for my partner. I don't know if you'll do the same." He put his hands behind his back. Damn, his chest was hurting. He couldn't block all those punches when he wasn't expecting them. But he's seen some fighting now. Clearly this man wasn't normal. "But if fighting will help you get over this, than fine. I'll continue. I won't lay a hand on you, but I'm not going to just stand here and take that again. I promise." He pulled at his mask to spit out some liquid again before turning back to the man. "I will be your friend! Challenge accepted!" He smiled. Alti gritted his teeth at his new "friend", his happy act now having completely faded as he observed the wrestler's lack of injury. How did that not work? The door was completely totaled. He was sure his attacks would've done the same. As he got closer, he did notice something strange about his opponent's appearance; his chest appeared to be decorated with shallow craters, all around the areas he hit. Dents? Alti lowered his eyebrows. He had to hit him harder somehow. As hard as he could, Alti threw a punch at Vale, only to find that the man had moved right before he made impact, his fist instead driving itself a few inches into the tree the beach towel once leaned against, rustling its leafy branches. Dammit, he thought as he ripped his battered hand away from the wood, his body flooding itself with endorphins as he watched the blood trickle off the splintered appendage. He waited a few moments before tending to them, picking wood chips and glass shards out of his palms as he listened to the man speak from behind him, jamming a stray shard of glass into his wrist any time he heard something stupid. Of fucking course I don't think you're being genuine... he grumbled through bared teeth. He didn't care to face him. The idea of a challenge did sound exciting, but with how his opponent managed to somehow turn up OK after he gave what he felt was the the extent of his strength, he knew he wouldn't end up the victor. Not alone at least. "Listen here you little shit." She managed to get out before she stopped herself. "Ok, fine, you two had your fun...now stop, we're going to get kicked out and someone's going to get really hurt." He brought a hand up to the tree and ran a finger through the grooves in the bark as he heard another voice enter the scene. Pfft, it was just the vegetable's date. He giggled to himself as his claws ran deeper past the flesh of the tree and into another dimension, the creature on the other side wrapping its tendrils around his fingers as he dragged his hand down slowly. Oh, someone's gonna get hurt alright, Lettuce....["God damnit Lettuce. What the fuck are you doing??" he grumbled. If there was one thing he cared about at this point, it was making sure that stupid kid didn't get caught in the crossfire. Stepping outside, he stared at the two dueling parties and Lettuce, sipping his wine and observing the ensuing events carefully. The tendrils drew themselves back, a low hissing noise suppressing itself as Alti quickly waved away the portal and turned to his intoxicated partner. He wasn't about to do this again. Not in front of him. At least, not yet. It was clear judging by the look on Cyrus' face that Alti had long since broken their little deal, and out of frustration he immaturely stamped his feet on the ground before standing to glare at Vale again. Despite his irritation toward the wrestler's emphasized words, Alti kept his claws balled up in his fists as he charged once again. "Oh, good job 'friend'!" he hissed, stopping a few feet away to deliver a roundhouse kick to Vale's face. " YOU RUINED MY DATE!!!!" |
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Post by cassiroll on Feb 4, 2016 1:28:18 GMT -6
"Oh, good job 'friend'!" he hissed, stopping a few feet away to deliver a roundhouse kick to Vale's face. " YOU RUINED MY DATE!!!!" Vale's head snapped downwards as though he had been hit, his arms still tucked behind his back. To Alti, it would feel as though his foot had made contact with something, but Vale showed no sigh of actually taking damage when he looked up, despite how harshly his neck had snapped forward. He stared, confused, at the other man, surprised he hadn't used whatever ability he surely had. "I am not sure what you mean." He answered plainly, not moving from his spot and only slightly straightening up. "Is this not what you wanted?" He seemed concerned now. "I do not wish for you to leave this conflict upset. That was the point of this. If things are going sour, may I ask how you would like to continue?" He seemed to actually be growing upset now, but not with Alti. "I-I don't know how else to fix this. This is how disputes were always solved. Actions speak louder than words, correct? This is supposed to make things better, not worse." Just be yourself, hun!
Don't change at all, alright? He lowered his head. "Then what else do I...do?"
You have always been such a child. He closed his eye tight. Nothing, that's what. Just wait for the damn mess to be over. Sit back and take it. Like the child you are. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Feb 4, 2016 1:39:15 GMT -6
Aberdeen grew annoyed with how the 'fight' was turning out. They expected a full-blown brawl once things were taken outside, but Vale seemed to be determined to simply take a beating. And by the looks of Alraada and Cyrus, they sure as hell weren't going to do anything. Aberdeen stood up from their table once more, frustration growing in their stomach.
"Uh, I'll be back, Maicy. It seems there's a fight outside. I'm gonna try calming things down." They spoke softly before walking towards the door. The cloud that had been floating around outside quickly zipped back inside to it's host, who hoped nobody saw the little cloud move. Upon stepping outside, it seemed as though Alti had roundhouse kicked Vale in the face. They let out a sigh of annoyance as they walked past Alraada and Cyrus.
"You two are great dates." They muttered. "Not trying to stop your idiotic soulmates or anything. Reeeeeeeeeally good dates, you two. Bravo. Truly amaaazing soulmates." They clapped sarcastically before walking in between Alti and Vale. "Hey, friends. Lets call it quits, before you make a scene....well..anyMORE of a scene. If the Elenara and Tyre-whatever see this, they're bound to be pissed. Lets just calm down, yeah? This is supposed to be a date, not a fight club." They hoped to calm the two down, but had a feeling this wouldn't change anything.
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Post by not u on Feb 4, 2016 1:56:39 GMT -6
"I agree with the intoxicated gentleman," Vale stated. "You shouldn't be out here, this is my fight. I started it for a reason." "Yeah, I've gotta be intoxicated to actually deal with this shit!!"  It was clear judging by the look on Cyrus' face that Alti had long since broken their little deal, and out of frustration he immaturely stamped his feet on the ground before standing to glare at Vale again. Despite his irritation toward the wrestler's emphasized words, Alti kept his claws balled up in his fists as he charged once again. "Oh, good job 'friend'!" he hissed, stopping a few feet away to deliver a roundhouse kick to Vale's face. "YOU RUINED MY DATE!!!!" Cyrus frowned at the absolute juvenile display, wincing as the attack connected and sent Vale's head snapping downward. Son of a bitch. He took a few steps forward, finishing his wine and staggering a bit, entirely baffled by the lack of awareness on the part of his 'soulmate' or whatever the hell the experiment wanted to call it. He growled for a moment before pointing the empty wine glass at the other man. "You ruined it yourself you dumbass! He might be an idiotic, cranky bastard but you're the one taking the fucking swings at the guy not even defending himself!" The scientist felt a sick feeling brewing in his stomach as he watched the greenbean simply stand there with his hands behind his back. No intention of defending himself or striking back. He isn't gonna do anything, is he. Panic started brewing in his gut as the realization struck, opening his mouth again to shout at them again, and that's when the Hedgehog stepped in. "You two are great dates." They muttered. "Not trying to stop your idiotic soulmates or anything. Reeeeeeeeeally good dates, you two. Bravo. Truly amaaazing soulmates." "Fuck. You. Hedgehog," he growled, the wine glass shifting its position from Alti towards Aberdeen. "The hell you want me to do eh? Run in there and block the barrage of inhuman attacks with my body like a moron? Sorry, but I'm not fucking stupid!" He nearly lost his balance on his next few steps forward, catching himself and tipping his head back to take a deep breath. Damn... That's when he noticed it. A faint blue mist hanging over the group. The nosy hedgehog struck yet again. His expression darkened as he straightened back out and glared at them. "How about you go tend to your own date and get your goddamn nose out of my business. I can handle it myself," he stated firmly. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Feb 4, 2016 2:04:03 GMT -6
"Fuck. You. Hedgehog," he growled, the wine glass shifting its position from Alti towards Aberdeen. "The hell you want me to do eh? Run in there and block the barrage of inhuman attacks with my body like a moron? Sorry, but I'm not fucking stupid!" He nearly lost his balance on his next few steps forward, catching himself and tipping his head back to take a deep breath. Damn... That's when he noticed it. A faint blue mist hanging over the group. The nosy hedgehog struck yet again. His expression darkened as he straightened back out and glared at them. "How about you go tend to your own date and get your goddamn nose out of my business. I can handle it myself," he stated firmly. "You're a little tipsy, huh?" They waved their covered nose at Cyrus, to symbolize the fact that they could smell the alcohol on him "How about you sit your ass down. The only thing you can HANDLE yourself is that glass of wine in your hand, and by the looks of it you're having trouble with that too." They snapped, coldly. "And at what point were you gonna handle it? On your sixth or seventh drink? How exactly WERE you planning to handle it, if you weren't going to get in the middle of their 'inhuman attacks,' hm?" They glared at the man, their aura beginning to turn red at the man's idiocy. "So like I said, lets just chill and step back inside and have a nice, calm dinner date, yeah? We still have waltzing to do, and you won't be able to do that if you guys are in the ER!" They chuckled. |
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Post by cassiroll on Feb 4, 2016 2:13:55 GMT -6
They glared at the man, their aura beginning to turn red at the man's idiocy. "So like I said, lets just chill and step back inside and have a nice, calm dinner date, yeah? We still have waltzing to do, and you won't be able to do that if you guys are in the ER!" They chuckled. Vale winced a bit at the last part of Aberdeen's statement, standing up straight but still unable to look up from the ground. "I'm fine." He glared at the ground as though he could somehow find an alternative in the grass. Aberdeen was one of the least likely people to believe anything he said, so explaining himself really didn't seem necessary since whatever words he spoke would be taken without even a grain of salt. "And he won't end up anywhere, I'm not laying a hand on him. Like I said. This isn't a challenge. This is about me atoning for the mistakes I committed." He looked at Aberdeen, a bit bitter but also sincere. "If you'd like to take a swing, I won't blame you. I'm trying to fix things. I'm trying." He glanced at Alraada before lowering his head again. One day in and he had plenty of people to hate him. His mother truly would be proud of how good he was at being himself. |
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Post by not u on Feb 4, 2016 3:15:45 GMT -6
"You're a little tipsy, huh?" They waved their covered nose at Cyrus, to symbolize the fact that they could smell the alcohol on him "How about you sit your ass down. The only thing you can HANDLE yourself is that glass of wine in your hand, and by the looks of it you're having trouble with that too." They snapped, coldly. "And at what point were you gonna handle it? On your sixth or seventh drink? How exactly WERE you planning to handle it, if you weren't going to get in the middle of their 'inhuman attacks,' hm?" Cyrus frowned and marched up to Aberdeen, wine glass still pointed towards them. An irritated and intoxicated flush now covered his cheeks and face as he stared at them. "You think I haven't been trying?! I tried making a deal with him before we even sat down. I tried keeping him calm. I tried distracting him. I've been doing my goddamn best!" He frowned and pointed at the door to the ballroom with his free hand. "While your soulmate is making nice conversation with the other contestants, mine's trying to fucking kill one of them and apparently I couldn't do a damn thing, not short of selling my own fucking body, to prevent it. So get off your goddamn," The wineglass tapped Aberdeen's chest. "Judgmental ass high horse." Again. The scientist's hand was trembling as he tried to calm his frustrations, his vocal filter even lower than it was when sober. Come on, pull it together. "We were just starting to try talking them down when you showed up. After all, I should learn how to deal with my own 'soulmate', right?" V"And he won't end up anywhere, I'm not laying a hand on him. Like I said. This isn't a challenge. This is about me atoning for the mistakes I committed." He looked at Aberdeen, a bit bitter but also sincere. "If you'd like to take a swing, I won't blame you. I'm trying to fix things. I'm trying." He glanced at Alraada before lowering his head again. One day in and he had plenty of people to hate him. His mother truly would be proud of how good he was at being himself. "And fuck you, Beach Towel!" the scientist shouted as the luchador offered once again for people to take a swing at him, the glass swiping away from Aberdeen's chest and pointing at Vale. This bizarre victimization on the watermelon's part brought bile surging to his throat, a more personal upset causing a series of psychosomatic shivers to go running down his spine. Who the hell would make him think this is how you 'fix' things?
"The fuck do you think you're doing, telling people to 'take their anger' out on you huh? This is--" The stress, shouting, and alcohol turned out to be a sickening combination. Cyrus grunted and covered his mouth with his hand, lightheaded-ness accompanying a sudden wave of nausea. "--stupid," he gulped out from behind his cupped hand. His forehead hit Aberdeen's shoulder as he closed his eyes and tried to wait out the dizziness and anxiety. Great. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Feb 4, 2016 3:55:20 GMT -6
Cyrus frowned and marched up to Aberdeen, wine glass still pointed towards them. An irritated and intoxicated flush now covered his cheeks and face as he stared at them. "You think I haven't been trying?! I tried making a deal with him before we even sat down. I tried keeping him calm. I tried distracting him. I've been doing my goddamn best!" He frowned and pointed at the door to the ballroom with his free hand. "While your soulmate is making nice conversation with the other contestants, mine's trying to fucking kill one of them and apparently I couldn't do a damn thing, not short of selling my own fucking body, to prevent it. So get off your goddamn," The wineglass tapped Aberdeen's chest. "Judgmental ass high horse." Again. The scientist's hand was trembling as he tried to calm his frustrations, his vocal filter even lower than it was when sober. Come on, pull it together. "We were just starting to try talking them down when you showed up. After all, I should learn how to deal with my own 'soulmate', right?" "And fuck you, Beach Towel!" the scientist shouted as the luchador offered once again for people to take a swing at him, the glass swiping away from Aberdeen's chest and pointing at Vale. This bizarre victimization on the watermelon's part brought bile surging to his throat, a more personal upset causing a series of psychosomatic shivers to go running down his spine. Who the hell would make him think this is how you 'fix' things?
"The fuck do you think you're doing, telling people to 'take their anger' out on you huh? This is--" The stress, shouting, and alcohol turned out to be a sickening combination. Cyrus grunted and covered his mouth with his hand, lightheaded-ness accompanying a sudden wave of nausea. "--stupid," he gulped out from behind his cupped hand. His forehead hit Aberdeen's shoulder as he closed his eyes and tried to wait out the dizziness and anxiety. Great. "Vale, don't worry about what Cyrus is saying. He's drunk as hell." They waved their hand in front of their nose again, pretending to smell the alcohol before turning to face Cyrus, lifting his hand off of their shoulder before changing their tone. "And as for you, Cyrus~" Aberdeen seemed to be acting more promiscuous and flirty than they had led on. They placed a hand on Cyrus' chest and gently began pushing him backwards. "I think you've had enough to drink, buddy~ Why are you getting so stressed? Why not take a load off?" They cooed seductively. The mist that Cyrus had seen before shifted from it's average light blue to a hot pink color as Aberdeen continued to gently walk Cyrus towards the planter near the entrance of the ballroom. The flirtatious fighter sat Cyrus down, making sure to be as gentle as possible so that this whole facade would be convincing. As soon as the scientist was on the planter, Aberdeen stood their for a minute. "You told me to get off my high horse, huh? Then, where else can I sit~ Hmmm...." They felt ridiculous doing this, but felt as though Cyrus wouldn't remember it anyways, given his drunken state. "I guess here will do~" Aberdeen slowly sat down on Cyrus' lap, their legs on either side of his waist. Aberdeen took the wine glass from his hand, tossing it away from the area. At least he was sitting now. If he were to stumble and fall with that thing in his hand, he'd definitely be going to the ER. Aberdeen let their full weight press down against Cyrus' lap, as a means of keeping him in place. The pink smoke wafted around their face as Aberdeen spoke their next words, their tone somewhat hardening at the last sentence...  |
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Post by melty on Feb 4, 2016 5:31:38 GMT -6
'No problemo! Sami is happie to have dinner with Arshy!' She smiled at him.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Feb 4, 2016 5:57:08 GMT -6
Maicy shrugged, though she felt a little embarrased "That's just the way things are. Luckily, our arguments aren't as bad as they used to be. "Okay." Maicy finished her food while Aberdeen is absent. She had a lot to think about. Mainly about how get into arguments her with Celesthy. " Maybe I should've told them how I used to be a cocky little shit because of what I dealt with in middle school..." ------ 'No problemo! Sami is happie to have dinner with Arshy!' She smiled at him. Arshrin smiled The butler over the table Arshrin and Sami are at. The ask what drink Arshrin and Sami. "I'll have some non-alcoholic Apple cider, please." Arshrin said and he looked over to Sami "What will you like for a drink, Sami?" |
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Post by melty on Feb 4, 2016 6:15:25 GMT -6
'Sami will have.. Ginger Ale!' she cheerfully waved her hands about.
(Taking a break from this RP because I don't really care anymore about it. Interactions right now for me are quite limited anyways.)
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Post by Emily on Feb 4, 2016 8:43:35 GMT -6
“Would you all just stop this?!” Alraada called over everybody. “Everybody here is acting like a damned idiot, some more than others, and I can call you all out for why right now if you want me to, because holy shit I will if this keeps up. Now will you stop beating each other up, have a civil conversation and just stop this childish shit right now?!” She was visibly horribly stressed out, and quite angry at everybody there. She clenched her fists and looked over at each person one by one. “Now are we going to go inside or just mill around out here unsupervised like a bunch of 5 year olds?" (( cassiroll , LadyAurablade , MonkeyandMooseInc , not u ))
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Post by LadyAurablade on Feb 4, 2016 18:53:37 GMT -6
Alti's eyes widened in horror as he stared at the man's unaffected head in disbelief, the heel of his boot gracelessly colliding with the ground. That's impossible! he thought. I hit him! Just what exactly was he fighting? Every single hit seemed to be shrugged off by the fighter, and Alti grew more annoyed with every word that flew out of Vale's mouth. "How are you not hurt!?" he shrieked, ignoring the man's call for peace and throwing his fists to his sides, stressing the last word of each yelp by slamming his boot into the ground. "Every time I hit you, you turn out fine! How are you doing that? Arghhh, it's so frustrating!!!" The earth trembled slightly underneath his shoe every time it made impact. "Things won't get better until you're gone, you cheater!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "You ruined it yourself you dumbass! He might be an idiotic, cranky bastard but you're the one taking the fucking swings at the guy not even defending himself!" "HEY, HE WAS ASKING FOR IT!" he hissed, looking past Aberdeen and their call to reason. Who cared about what those two jokers thought about him? They could go fuck themselves (which to him, wasn't too far off from what they were actually doing at the moment). Alti grimaced a bit as the drunken scientist went on at the hedgehog about his soulmate woes. How fucking dare, he thought. If only he knew just how much I was holding back on this fool for him. Alti looked away from his 'soulmate' and Aberdeen, chuckling a bit as the intoxicated individual attacked the masked headache before choking on his words. The tingling in his hands had now ceased, a dull soreness running throughout the grooves in his palms. He mumbled a bit of nonsense to himself as he slowly slid the piece of glass out of his wrist and held it between his thumb and index finger, the wounds decorating his hands now fading as the rest of the conversation went on without him. As if following a procedure, Alti brought the fragment up to his mouth and licked it clean, giving an exasperated sigh at tonight's events as he looked at the world through it. Shattered. That's what this was. The date wasn't even half-over and it was already broken. Story of my life, he hummed in his thoughts, throwing the shard over his shoulder, waiting for the crystal to disintegrate faintly in the distance. Instead, he felt himself jump at the much louder crashing sound of a larger glass shattering. Startled and confused, he looked left and right for the source of the noise, eventually finding the remains of Cyrus' glass on the floor somewhere. He froze in place as he found the cause of the broken glass, mouth agape and cheeks flushing as all previous feelings of anger were washed from his body. Aberdeen slowly sat down on Cyrus' lap, their legs on either side of his waist. Aberdeen took the wine glass from his hand, tossing it away from the area. At least he was sitting now. If he were to stumble and fall with that thing in his hand, he'd definitely be going to the ER. Aberdeen let their full weight press down against Cyrus' lap, as a means of keeping him in place. The pink smoke wafted around their face as Aberdeen spoke their next words, their tone somewhat hardening at the last sentence... In that instant, it was as if Vale and Alraada had completely disappeared in his field of vision as his mind zeroed in on the two, his hands shaking as he slowly raised them to his face. He paused about a foot behind Aberdeen before smooshing his cheeks together in dispirited awe. " Nooooooooooooooooo......." he whined.  "What happened? Did I mess up the 'three's company' type deal, too?"It seemed to finally dawn upon the man that he had done wrong, despite his skewed reasoning. Alti threw himself at the hedgehog, sniffling as he wrapped his arms around Aberdeen's shoulders. "Don't hate me, you guys!" he pleaded at the both of them. "I didn't mean to make you mad!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease don't shut me out!!!!" “Everybody here is acting like a damned idiot, some more than others, and I can call you all out for why right now if you want me to, because holy shit I will if this keeps up. Now will you stop beating each other up, have a civil conversation and just stop this childish shit right now?!” She was visibly horribly stressed out, and quite angry at everybody there. She clenched her fists and looked over at each person one by one. “Now are we going to go inside or just mill around out here unsupervised like a bunch of 5 year olds?" Alti quickly snapped out of his pitiful grovelling to glare at the heated Lettuce. "Or how about you and the cheater over there sit yer asses back inside, OK?" he spat at Alraada, wrapping his arms even closer. "No one fucking asked you to come and do NOTHING but bitch and moan, so don't don't even talk about calling ME out! 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