Gather round chillens!
It’s story time!
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Felicity: –because
I’m an American. Everyone knows Hisoka loves all things American.
Muwaha! |
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Felicity: You might as well give
up with Hisoka, Reika, because you don’t stand a chance! (you too Nanami).
Anyway, I don’t know what’s your deal with the dyed hair and colored contacts.
You’re soooo a wanna-be American. |
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Reika: Yea? Well talk to MY hand! *shoves Felicity*
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Felicity: Alright, that’s it! You wanna piece
of me?? |
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Felicity: YOU STAY OUTTA THIS WENCH!
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5 minutes later… Keisuke: *walks up* Oh my god. You were right
Nami! Ahahahahahaa! |
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Felicity: She started– Reika: Liar!! You’re the one– Hisoka: STOP! I don’t EVEN wanna hear what you’re arguing about. Keisuke: (They’re like children!) Hisoka: (No joke!) Felicity: –and she messed up my hair– Hisoka: Stop already, GEEZ. Reika: *composes self* Sorry. *bows* |
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*Everyone looks at Felicity*
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Keisuke: See that was relatively painless! |
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Nanami: … them… to… *notices girls glaring at her* |
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Felcity: *cold glare* . . .
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Keisuke: Come on Bottchan, let’s finish our game.
*walks away* Hisoka: … Those girls, I swear… all the time… *follows Keisuke* Reika: *stares at Nanami* (Felicity, you thinking what I’m thinking?) Felicity: *glares* (uh huh…) Nanami: Uh… O_O;; Kei– Hisoka! Wait for me guys! *runs away* |
