tosses a paper ball at his head. "Oi."
twitches, mumbling something along the lines of, "Go away skull, you failed abortion."
(OMGALEXWROTETHATBUTOMGI'MSORRY.)
(Ah, Alex. The bitter young hag.)
switches the cookies on his desk out with some cookies she made. She needed to test them out on someone.
( Stevey's friend, who I'm guessing is spending the night.)
punches him in the face and kicks him out of his chair. His momma loved him, she did!
's eyes widen as he flails to the floor, "Wah! Skull what was that for?!"
red in the face and jumps on top of him. "I am not a failed abortion, I AM NOT!"
wasn't aware of what he was saying! He can't really hit a kid, so he holds the kid up, not lettinghim touch him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'msorry!!!"
stares down at the scene, picking skull up by the collar and pulling him away from the Cavallone, picking up the kid and putting him on her shoulder, patting his back, "Shhh, it's okay Skull. People only speak-
the truth when they're half asleep."
tried hitting Bianchi as well. "That doesn't make anything better, damn it!"
thought she was a great pep-talker, though.
she's a terrible pep-talker, worse than her cookies!
an evil glint flashes through his eyes, "Bianchi, I think Skull might need a nap, why not give him some milk and cookies.", because he needed to get a good laugh from somewhere.
gave him an odd look, it was rare that the Bronco had a good idea. "Hmm.. I might just do that,", she pulled a cookie off of the tray, shoving down the boys mouth, and pouring the milk glass fromt he desk down-
( She's starting to make a habit of this.)
((I THOUGHT YOU WERE NICE STEVEY))
chokes and falls limp in Bianchi's hands, sickly green foam gushing from his mouth. He twitches involuntarily.
(who would tell you such lies?)
raises an eyebrow, "Is he going to be okay?"
looks up from coddling the sleeping toddler in her hands, "Hm? Yeah, i put Fuuta, Lambo, and I-pin to sleep like this every night."
groans and spits out as much foam as he can in Bianchi's face. Never again.