@ThatBackgroundSlytherin
(OH CRUD!!!)
(OH CRUD!!!)
(And the answer is: Chess nuts boasting in an open foyer)
(Oh. My gosh. Sly.)
(oMG. xD)
“Heyyy.”
(lol)
Margaret crossed her arms. "So how much do you have on you Girly?"
“Erm I have marbles?”
"I meant money."
“What type of currency?”
"Anything."
Tyson squinted. "Wait what do you need money for?"
“To save you and Checkers life you dumbo.”
Margaret tapped her foot. "Well?"
“Well so far that I know of I have like… $20…” Lucille said weakly.
Margaret laughed. "Wow that's not even close to enough!" She looked pityingly at Tyson. "Sorry Fawn boy, you're gonna die!"
Tyson looked at Lucille. "What's she talking about?"
“Please!” Lucille pleaded.
"What's going on?"
Margaret frowned. "Why are you so attached to this wobbly mess?"
(This wobbly mess)
“Friendship?” Lucille squeaked, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
(Yes he is indeed)
Margaret raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Tyson was still confused. "What's going on? If you touch her so help me I'll rIP YOUR THROAT OUT!"
“Yes…” Lucille said to Margaret.
“Man, Tie-Dye my friend, you’re in more danger than I am.” Lucille muttered.
He stood shakily. "How? What's happening?" He grabbed her shoulders to steady himself. "What's going on?"
“Well currently, ‘Boss’ overthere wants to kill you and Checkers.”
He blinked. "What about you?"
“She’s considering letting me live.”
"Oh good…."
Margaret watched them with amusement. "You two are cute…"
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