chillin' and a lack of killin' {mallrats}

[lance]

BRUH

Ow. Everything hurts. I guess that's what happens when you get stabbed and smacked around. Who woulda thought, right? Bruh.

This place is cold though, and somehow I feel better, so the pain isn't really noticeable. At least not over the sound of my chattering teeth. Bruh.

At least I have flaily boi, cowgirl hat, and cyclops to back me up - going solo after yesterday's hard fought battle would not be fun.

:bruh: chills

[napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ.]

Bruh lives, and that's all that matters for now.

Wink encroaches on him, which he strangely appreciates. His previous attempt to make banter was comforting and before Kerman could response, he had to flee. So now, with a chilled heart, he decides to echo his question from earlier.

“So, what's this about a walk?”

[alex 🐺]

Nothing like a rough-and-tumble situation to get yer blood pumping. Her trusty silver steed was clad in the blood of her enemies. She took some of the blood, running two fingers under one eye and two fingers under another.

The fight was far away from them, it seemed, as the flourescent lights grew brighter and the night darker. Taking another swig of the rum and testing out her walkie talkie before discarding the two Furbies in lady bruh’s cart, angryhowdy sat down on a pile of filet mignon.

“Those pesky rabbits got the jump on us, but we’ll be ready next time. Dead rabbits tell no tales!”

[angryhowdy chills]

[d7f amber bosch 🌿 tris]

:wink:

There's warmth in the cold.

And there's a metaphor somewhere around here, but this is the OOCG, so I can't be bothered with being poetic.

*winks as I shatter the fourth wall*

"Just you, me, and a nice stroll. That's what I want." Kerman's a coward, but he's a pretty one. That's all that matters.

I link my arm through his. "Tell me, are those arms the only thing that you're good at flailing around?"

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[wink is chilling w/ his gals and his man]

[lance]

BRUH

Oh dear. Now they're flirting. Bruh.

Might as well title today "Hot Steamy Passion in the Cold with a Side of Pain."

Or something like that. Ripred knows I'm shit with that sort of stuff.

Bruh.

:bruh: chills

[alex 🐺]

Oh lordy, the frog and the thirsty feller are taking a walk in the lovely cooler. Lets's switch to first person, shall we? Myself and Lady Bruh ain't got time for romance. Bruh is nursing her wounds and I'm drinking my rum like its water.  I hand the bottle to her with a nod. 

"These great horny toads just tryna get by in this here war any way they know how. Take a swig of this." 

[napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ.]

Bruh feigns oblivion, acting like he and Wink aren't here, but Howdy makes a comment because she's got unresolved issues with toads.

Kerman ignores it, shifting his focus back on the arm candy. Scared in the streets, prepared in the sheets.

“They can make you do something else other than winking.”

[d7f amber bosch 🌿 tris]

:wink:

I have to take a minute to deal with my personal tragedy.

"Excuse me for one moment, Kerman." I take off my shirt because I'm not the kind of guy who's gonna walk around with a smelly stain. My stomach is ripped. Because I say so.

"Anyway, disregarding my internal trauma, that's sexy. I like a guy with layers."

For a moment, I remember a certain ogre that was a lot like an onion, but I bury that memory away. I like 'em green.

"My eyes are always wide open, even if one of them is closed." I wink for good measure. "I'm down for a challenge, though. Are you gonna sweep me off my feet?"

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[wink is chilling w/ his gals and his man]