[IC thread continuation]

[cardoperatedboy]

[From here]


What did you do that for?! This was way more important than some stupid dare!

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[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

You would need o keep the pile closer together to be able to do that.

And I wasn't changing the subject, I was interjecting with currently relevant information.

[cardoperatedboy]

Fine! Get me a damn dustpan.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[retrieves the damn dustpan]

Here.

[cardoperatedboy]

[angrily grabs the damn dustpan out of his hand]

[SWEEPS FURIOUSLY]

You can be such a self-righteous know it all bastard, you know that?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

Yes. Please make sure to get under the beds, as well.

I put aside a lunchbox for you from the picnic earlier.

[cardoperatedboy]

You guys should get under your own beds!

Stop that, don't act nice to get me less pissed off!

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

Normally, the only thing under my bed is yours. It's in your own interest.

I wasn't acting nice. I was explaining what the bundle on your bed was.

[cardoperatedboy]

The timing is suspicious and manipulative!

[gets under the damn beds]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[there's an odd bit of pressure as he hits one corner, and the broom... feels a bit heavier]

There is, nonetheless, a bento on your bed.

[cardoperatedboy]

[shifts the broom around a little uncertainly]

But the point is, you could have told me about the bento later! After I'm not mad at you!

[tugs the broom out.]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

You were in that area of the cave, and I would like to know if you wish to eat it before or after your cake.

[there is a tiny egg barrel spider clinging to your broom]

[cardoperatedboy]

After.

... [looks down at Oval.]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

As you wish.

[RIVAL!!!!1! running up the broom handle at u]

[cardoperatedboy]

OH TO HELL WITH THIS

[swings the broom handle hard, like he's trying to hit a home run.]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[CURSE U AND YOUR OPPOSABLE THUMBS!!!
... and though she clings as best she can, tiny claws do not provide much hold, and at the apex of the swing, Oval flies off, sailing right toward the centre of the cave door]

[tasteslikeash.livejournal.com]

[--just as it slides open so Dera can walk in.]

What-- [oshi tiny heartless]

[tasteslikeash.livejournal.com]

[Pulls his arms up reflexively to defend, taking the explosion on his forearms. At least he's pretty used to explosions. :/]

WHAT THE FUCK!

[cardoperatedboy]

[....caught broom-handed]

[tasteslikeash.livejournal.com]

YOU!

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

... hello, Gokudera.

[cardoperatedboy]

Dammit.

...Hey Zexion, hypothetically I can use my powers now, right?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

So long as you finish sweeping.

[tasteslikeash.livejournal.com]

Zexion, what the hell is that idiot doing throwing shit like that at the door?

[cardoperatedboy]

Who's an idiot? Clean out under your bed sometime!

[Sweeping fervently under Gokudera's bed]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

He was removing her from the broom, Gokudera. Your appearance was coincidental.