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Started April 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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Sam frowned at him. "Get your ass down from there. What do you want?"

Asura looked at him, only slightly judgementally and mostly amused. "Matt? What are you doing?"

Matt grumbled and just resorted to sit on the edge of the counter, still having to look up at Sam. "The good stuff, ya know? The stuff that'll actually affect a superhuman?"

(can Matt still be superhuman in this or no…?)

"If you find any, just don't hoard it all for yourself, alright?" Calixto said.

"Ya sure you can handle it missy?" Matt raised his eyebrow, making sure they weren't a lightweight trying to get extremely wasted.

He glared at the man searching for the alcohol. "Damn right I can, wuss," he insulted back

Sam rolled his eyes. "Hold on." He took a step back until he could see all the cupboards. His eyes flickered, and for a moment they were black with the red of his eyes being the only color in them. He looked around for a second before reaching up into the tallest cupboard in the corner. He pulled down a bottle of something and handed it to Matt

(Roses are red, college is long

"Decisions, Decisions, all of them wrong.")

("I know what I'm doing but I don't necessarily know why I'm doing it."
"That's literally the story of my life.")

(okay. thank you)
Matt stuck his tongue out at Calixto before opening the bottle. "Thanks galactic-buns" Matt quickly took a swig from the bottle before Sam could stop him.

"Don't call me that!" Sam said indignantly, snatching the bottle out of his hands and taking a drink from it

("This week, time for a store cubboard special. It's batter. She's brought a cricket bat, hasn't she?"
"YOUR EMAIL WAS VERY UNCLEAR.")

Calix stood there, waiting his turn to take a drink. He honestly wondered if the alcohol they found would end up being half decent.

(lol please do they're hilarious)

Matt smirked. "I'll call ya want I wanna to call ya. What'cha gonna do about it?" he said in a half-challenging, half-flirting way.

("Twelve fresh bakers are preparing for battle like worriers of old."
"…."
"Warriors?"
"No, worriers. As in- they're worried. Worriers."
"I was going to say, they're not dressed as warriors."
"That's why they don't have breastplates on."
"Don't worry."
"Alright.")

("I just want everything to work this week and be spot-on."
drops fork
"You know what, I didn't even like that fork anyway.")