
@DancingWithMyDemons business
… i don't. I'm sorry
… i don't. I'm sorry
howdy, partner
Just checking in. Love y'all. Lemme know how ur doing
Hey is anyone still around?
Aye.
Well well well look who it is! walks up to you and pulls back fist as if I’ll punch you. good to see you old friend. pulls you into a (ᵔᴥᵔ) glomp instead.
I chuckle and glomp you back.
It's noice to be back I guess… hopefully I don't get lynched by the people who remember.
I grin and put you in a silly little headlock, rubbing my knuckles on your head. We both know you will, but if there is tar and feathers involved, let me do the honors okay?
I scowl at you for a moment.
…you realize you're only getting away with headlocking me because I don't want to hirt myself or you, right?
I laugh after a moment.
Regardless… I'd rather not be coated in boiling pitch and tossed in a sack full of feathers.
I smirk and put on a singsong voice, keeping the headlock. You have to be noice to meeee. Or they’ll think you haven’t changeddddd like we both know you haveeee.
Full sacks of feathers are kinda my thing! I call them-gestures dramatically -drumroll please! pillows.
I blink at you, then vanish, reappearing a groundhand away.
…yeah, well, hush. This is me being noice.
I snort violently and laugh.
Fair enough…
I scowl at you, and cup my hands around my face. Guys!!! Hurry up and get here!! Thomas is being meannn. I wink at you. And I’m being mean backkkk!
Well Ashton… I tilt my head and chuckle If nobody else has shown up, we need to anounce our presence even louder.
I nod and walk off, returning with a metal cooking with burnt edges, and a wooden soup-scooper with a charred handle. I bang the pot loudly and obnoxiously with the soup-scooper. We’re backkkkkkk. Bang, bang, bang.
I watch quietly with a raised eyebrow.
Wouldn't it be more effective to just make a new thread?
I stop banging the pot. Oh. Yes. I laugh and hold up my make-shift drum set. I'm bringing my drum though. Try and stop me.
Okay. You asked for it.
I snatch the pot out of your hands and hold it over my head knowing full well you're too short ro reach it.
I growl in frustration and shock, and begin jumping to try and reach it. Give. Jump. It. Jump. Back! Jump. You. Jump. stoopid. Jump. Big. Jump. Human. Jump. Bean. Jump. Ugh!
No thanks.
The pot vanishes as I throw it into the distance.
Perks of being giraffy and hitting the strength chamber. Tossing a pot further than you can run to get it is easy.
I stare after the pot, mouth agape. Damn. Rude. I elbow you in the stomach- hard enough to knock the breath out of you— and take off pacing the race after the pot. Fun fact! I go to the strength chamber too!
I sneeze and start coughing and choking.
Fucking christ, don't knock the breath out of someone who can't consume oxygen to produce carbon dioxide normally-
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