-- ectoBiologist [EB] began (accidentally) pestering entranceway 15 --

[hamburellakind]

[John didn't necessarily mean to show of his roleplaying ability, but he's apparently going to.

By getting caught on tape while he runs around the halls of the mansion holding his arms out in front of him and going WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH. Kinda like this. I mean this.]

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHOOOOWWWWOOOOOOSSSHHHHHH!

PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Terezi needs to stop handing him shit, but whatever. He is roleplaying as her forensics team all by his lonesome and he can fucking do it himself.

Dave's trying to make sure the stack of shit doesn't fall as he makes his way back to his room. Why she had to do that, he has no fucking idea, but that's normal for Terezi.

Wait, what's that noise?

No, John, stop! Sit! Stay! HEEL!]

[action forever]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[Oh crap, he can't stop!]

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAH FUCK!

[COLLISION!]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

FUCK!

[And they go falling down to the ground in a crumpled heap. Dave has the wind (lulz) knocked out of him. The shit goes FLYING, too.]

Holy shit, man, you're heavier than you look.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

No, I just fell from so high--

Oh, shit wait.



[John gets to his feet, blushing in embarrassment at the stupid thing he did.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Dave just lies there because it's ironic. Totally not because ow that fucking hurt.]

Yeah, you fell like a fuckin' cinder block of fail. Did the wind crap out on you?

[Hopefully, none of that shit broke or else he'll be pissed.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[He helps Dave up, friendleader style!!!!!!!!]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Are you guilty of somethin' I should know about?

[Aw, aren't you a good friend! He'll take the help.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Guilty people are startled easily.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[God, he is just so clueless!]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

That's what I was askin' you, Egbert.

[The most clueless, GOD.]

Maybe you're guilty 'cause you found out who your mirror's significant other is?

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Nope. Wanna try again?

[NOW THAT DAVE'S OVER IT, he can laugh forever at everyone's reaction to it.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[BIGGEST TWIST YET.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Ding ding ding, give Flyboy a prize.

[lol'ing.]

My mirror seems fine with it. Hopefully he won't die or go crazy.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

I laughed too hard at that. ;;

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you're a demisexual. How silly of me.

XD <3

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Damn, Egbert, you need to educate yourself on the different sexualities and romances out there. A demisexual's a person who needs to have an emotional connection with their partner before even thinkin' about havin' sex with 'em. Gender doesn't really matter.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[And then, a tad impatiently (and oocly) he adds:]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Egbert. Stop being ignorant. I'm just lookin' after an uneducated bro.

[Dave shrugs.] And...? You want me to use font or you want me to do whatever? Like, does the world depend on me usin' courier and a font color?

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[>:| This is obviously the worst Dave to ever have Daved. Or whatever.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Long suffering sigh.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[And yet that just intrigues him further.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Ohoho.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[DRAMATIC AMOUNTS OF BLUSHING. DESU.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Trololol.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Tra la la, Santana's wandering around in her Cheerios uniform cause it's the only thing she ever ever ever wears and is also gnawing on a breadstick. Looking for a fight or a fuck, obviously, because THAT IS WHAT SANTANA LOPEZ DOES.

But then there is The Crash.]

Ow! Are you oka-- [Wait, that's wrong.] Watch where you're going, four-eyes!

[Man, she needs to work on her creative insults.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[And then he realizes he accidentally a boob when he ran into her and starts giggling madly.]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

I know I'm like, super hot, but like, you don't need to like, grope me.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Le hairflick!]

Well, whatever, little boy. I mean, it's like, cool since I'm totally into guys only, but you know. Stop it.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[GASP. OH NO. HOW RUDE!]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, way to be incredibly offensive!!

[That is half in, half out of character.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

That's a really stupid name.

[pause.]

Totally.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Breaking character in this instance is a lot like...staying in character, actually.]

That doesn't make any sense!

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Stare.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[Derp.]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Like, even though I am totally not in love with my best friend and soooo like guys, I would like, totally never make out with you. That's how weird you are.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]