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Started February 24, 2018 by @ButWhyNot

tune

Mani chuckles at their immaturity finding it amusing "This is over food I don't think they'll be stopping anytime soon"

"I'm not childish," Mitchell protested with a huff, stretching to reach the food. "Give me the donuts!"

"Sounds like maturity to me" Mani adds as they continue fighting over food

((Sorry guys midterms are slaughtering me))

"Fuck you all," Nate laughed and stretched his arm behind his head, twisting to plant both feet in Mitchell's chest to try and keep the bag away. "You didn't even do anything to help! Besides, you gotta drive before the feds get here, dumbass!"

Mitchell leaned back, glaring at Nate. "You ungrateful shit," he said with a light laugh, climbing over to the drivers seat. "I deserve a donut, I bought them!"

"Yeah, but with who's money?" He arched an eyebrow and slowly slid up until he was curled in the passenger's seat, keeping one wary eye on Mitchell as he held the bag against his chest. "You can have a donut if we don't get arrested."

"Fair enough," he said, starting the car and pulling away. "But you better keep your word. I want that donut."

“You’ll get your stupid donut,” he muttered and rolled his eyes, but glanced over at Mitchell with a fond smirk. “But I’m eating the chocolate one.”

"Asshole," Mitchell muttered, accelerating one he hit the highway. He handed him a cup of coffee. "Here, I got you this too."

"Aw, you do love me." Nathaniel took the cup gratefully and moaned after letting the coffee sit on his tongue for a while. "God, sweet caffeine. You're the best jackass ever, Mitch."

"How sweet," Mitchell said, sort of sarcastically. At the same time, he felt appreciated, and it made him smile.

Sirens are heard in the distance "Well shit"

Mitchell tensed, then slowed down just a little bid. He had been going the speed limit, but he didn't want to risk it. "We're fine. Let's just turn on the radio and act like nothing his wrong," he said nervously.

"Yeah, since when have we been good at the 'act normal' shit?" Nate glanced behind them worriedly before reaching for the radio. "Besides, they're gonna check the scene before trying to come after us, right? And we burned everything, so there shouldn't be any way for them to trace us. Right?"

"Right," Mitchell said, nodding with an unreadable expression. "How about we just… smile and talk and laugh like we're having a good time?" He changed the radio to an overplayed song and faked a smile. He glanced over at Nate, who seemed nervous. "We're going to be okay. And if we do get pulled over, I know we can think of something," he assured him.

"Are we going to go with the 'you're deaf and I don't speak English plan? I like that plan?" He seemed to have forgotten about the bag of pastries on his lap and tapped his fingers nervously on his cup. He smiled tremulously. "You have a terrible taste in music."

"I'm just trying to blend in," he said jokingly. Then, he started to sing along. Quite terribly.

Lyda wakes from her verrry long nap. "Guys, you sound awful. I know we're hitmen and all but you don't have to kill me…"

Amused, Mitchell cranked up the volume and made his voice extra terrible. "oH ThE TaSTe oF yoUR LipS I'M oN a RIdE YoU'RE ToxIC"

(I must apologize for that. I just danced to the song Toxic by Britney Spears bc I need to exercise and lose weight lmao)

"Fucking hell, Mitch!" Nate laughed and covered his ears, glancing back towards the other two with 'Help me!' plastered over his face. "I don't think you understand what 'blending in' actually is!"

"Intensely dancing while driving is a great way to get pulled over" Mani comments leaning in between the front seats from the back seat not even wearing a seatbelt (oh the irony)

Mitchell stoppe suddenly, noticing that Mani wasn't wearing his seatbelt. "Dude, put your fucking seatbelt on!" he hissed. "If we get pulled over because of your dumbass, I swear I'm going to kill you."

"Oh right seatbelts are a thing" Mani sits back and buckles the seatbelt on

"Yes, they're a good thing. I don't want you dead, and I don't want to get pulled over either." Mitchell sighed, changing the radio station and turning the volume down. "Sometimes I wonder how I put up with you people."

"Who knows"