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I can't believe you guys got into a sword fight over a chicken nugget
(1-615):
Oh, so that's where all the scratches came from...
"You two are idiots," Caleb growled, pinching the bridge of his nose while Wren and Catherine tended to the multitude of slashes, cuts, and bleeding that decorated the limbs and body of both Mike the World-Wanderer and Gabriel, the Angel of World's Ending. "Seriously? Sword fighting over a box of chicken nuggets?!"
"They were mine!"
"He promised me chicken last time he showed up!"
"Why did Martel even allow you the time and energy to pull out your sword, Magpie?" the redhead sighed, wanting to throw them both out of the Archives for some peace and quiet, but that would just give them more room to fight again.
"Self defense?" Gabriel didn't speak, just shot Mike a glare that was returned with the dark-haired young man sticking his tongue out.
"Don't do that! I don't understand what that means!"
"For the love of Martel, I really wish we could just go back to Symphonia. Things made sense back then," Caleb groaned softly while Catherine hid her smile and laugh behind her hands, watching Gabriel slouch further in his sulking.
"They're not even real chicken nuggets," Wren sniffed in disdain, curling a lip at the spilled box of breaded nuggets. "Processed meat by-products, frozen, then heated and passed off as food...." Mike brightened, turning his head to beam at the Wonder Chef.
"Say~, you could probably make better chicken nuggets!" He smiled widely. "Since I lost my lunch in this play date-" "Piss off, this wasn't a play date, ya logic-breaking bastard!" "-and you're really good at improvising, could you make me some real ones to replace them?" Wren blinked at him, clutching a bloodied square of gauze.
"I suppose I could," he replied uncertainly. "Why would you want more if it's just going to get Gabriel riled up again?"
"Round two," Mike quipped, still smiling widely as Gabriel shifted to his knees and lifted his arms, blades snapping into place and gleaming in the sunlight.
"I was promised CHICKEN and I'm bloody getting it, you git! Especially if I have to beat the stuffing outta ya to get it!" he snarled.
Caleb just turned and thumped his forehead against the wall, grumbling under his breath about idiot friends and family.
I can't believe you guys got into a sword fight over a chicken nugget
(1-615):
Oh, so that's where all the scratches came from...
"You two are idiots," Caleb growled, pinching the bridge of his nose while Wren and Catherine tended to the multitude of slashes, cuts, and bleeding that decorated the limbs and body of both Mike the World-Wanderer and Gabriel, the Angel of World's Ending. "Seriously? Sword fighting over a box of chicken nuggets?!"
"They were mine!"
"He promised me chicken last time he showed up!"
"Why did Martel even allow you the time and energy to pull out your sword, Magpie?" the redhead sighed, wanting to throw them both out of the Archives for some peace and quiet, but that would just give them more room to fight again.
"Self defense?" Gabriel didn't speak, just shot Mike a glare that was returned with the dark-haired young man sticking his tongue out.
"Don't do that! I don't understand what that means!"
"For the love of Martel, I really wish we could just go back to Symphonia. Things made sense back then," Caleb groaned softly while Catherine hid her smile and laugh behind her hands, watching Gabriel slouch further in his sulking.
"They're not even real chicken nuggets," Wren sniffed in disdain, curling a lip at the spilled box of breaded nuggets. "Processed meat by-products, frozen, then heated and passed off as food...." Mike brightened, turning his head to beam at the Wonder Chef.
"Say~, you could probably make better chicken nuggets!" He smiled widely. "Since I lost my lunch in this play date-" "Piss off, this wasn't a play date, ya logic-breaking bastard!" "-and you're really good at improvising, could you make me some real ones to replace them?" Wren blinked at him, clutching a bloodied square of gauze.
"I suppose I could," he replied uncertainly. "Why would you want more if it's just going to get Gabriel riled up again?"
"Round two," Mike quipped, still smiling widely as Gabriel shifted to his knees and lifted his arms, blades snapping into place and gleaming in the sunlight.
"I was promised CHICKEN and I'm bloody getting it, you git! Especially if I have to beat the stuffing outta ya to get it!" he snarled.
Caleb just turned and thumped his forehead against the wall, grumbling under his breath about idiot friends and family.
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Mike and Gabriel squabble over a box of nuggets. Caleb wonders when the madness will ever end (not that he really wants it to).
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Lookie that, round two of their sexual foreplay. XD With food too. lol Wonder when they just skip straight to the sex with feeding each other the chicken? Though, I suppose that would get the girls awfully jealous and beat the crap out of Mike for it... then scold Gabriel for not letting them in on the fun. And if we zoom out, we can clearly see Martel with a box of popcorn and chocolates laughing her spiritual ass at the mess she's making because damnit, she's bored and she already watched her dvds.