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Kenny: they call me coffee cuz i grind so fine ;)
Clyde: they call me coffee bc i keep u up past 2 am ;)
Craig: they call me coffee because i’m really bitter and most people don’t like me without changing some aspect of what i am.
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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
03: Do you regret anything?
04: Are you insecure?
05: What is your relationship status?
06: How do you want to die?
07: What did you last eat?
08: Played any sports?
09: Do you bite your nails?
10: When was your last physical fight?
11: Do you like someone?
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
14: Do you miss someone?
15: Have any pets?
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
18: Are you scared of spiders?
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
26: What are you craving right now?
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
30: What’s irritating you right now?
31: Does somebody love you?
32: What is your favourite color?
33: Do you have trust issues?
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
51: Favourite food?
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
54: Is cheating ever okay?
55: Are you mean?
56: How many people have you fist fought?
57: Do you believe in true love?
58: Favourite weather?
59: Do you like the snow?
60: Do you wanna get married?
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
62: What makes you happy?
63: Would you change your name?
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
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w/ a monotone voice “wow that is so wild”
“Are you okay?” -southparktransboy
9. After getting sick.
Sweat dripped from Craig’s pale face, his clammy hands gripping the trash can he just emptied the contents of his stomach into. “I mean, I could be better.” He heaved and covered his mouth. “Ugh…” He shivered and held the garbage bin closer. His black hair clung to his hot forehead. Maybe he should have stayed home.
“You uh… Didn’t have to come over and study, dude. If you were sick, I’d have even done your homework for you… But now I’m not letting you leave now. I’m taking care of you until you’re better.” He said, brushing his hair out of his face.
Craig sighed. “I know, I know. But, consider this: finals are Tuesday. I am not missing any study time. There is no way in hell I’m going to summer sch-” His sentence stopped abruptly as he wretched into the trashcan again. “You don’t have to take care of me. I can just head home.”
“You will go nowhere! That will only make you more sick! I am gonna quiz you while you lay down and you can quiz me back until you get tired and fall asleep.” He smiled, “And before you sleep, I’ll make you soup!”
“Dude, I’m just gonna get you sick. Thanks for the offer, but I don’t want to give you the stomach flu.” His usually sharp, bright blue eyes were dull and dark. His expression looked sunken and weak.
“You’re not moving!” He puffed his cheeks and stomped his much smaller foot, “And right now I’ve got more strength than you do. I’ve survived far worse than flu. I’ll be fine. You just focus on reading while I get you some water.”
He sighed and laid back, propping himself up against some pillows. “Alright, alright. I can’t argue too much, I guess. Thanks, man.” He replied weakly, looking up at Andrew.
He frowned as he looked at the sick guy before him. He walked out of the room for just a moment before he returned with a cold compress and a glass of water, “Here. You need these. You’re burning up.”
Craig cleared his throat and nodded weakly, reaching for the cold compress. “Thanks. I like to think I look pretty hot, too.” He winked jokingly, taking the compress into his hands.
Drew blushed, turning his head and lightly shoving the other and giggling, “Shut up! You’re such a dork. D-Drink your water!! I’m gonna make soup…” He gulped and smirked as he walked out of the room.
He laughed and pressed the cold compress to his forehead. “Sure, Drew. And thanks for all this.” He sighed and settled back into bed as Andrew left the room.
About a half hour passed by before the boy returned with some noodles in a homemade broth, “It’s my grandmas recipe. I hope you like chicken noodle.” He smiled, handing him the bowl, “Also… It’s only Saturday. Why don’t you and I sleep after you eat and then we can get an early start on studying. Hm?” He suggested.
Craig stared at the ceiling blankly until the boy returned. He weakly turned his head toward Drew. “You can never go wrong with chicken noodle, thanks for making this.” He took the warm bowl into his clammy hands. Craig inhaled deeply. “It smells great.” He listened to Andrew and nodded. “Yeah, no, I’m all for sleeping the rest of today.”
“Are you okay?” -southparktransboy
9. After getting sick.
Sweat dripped from Craig’s pale face, his clammy hands gripping the trash can he just emptied the contents of his stomach into. “I mean, I could be better.” He heaved and covered his mouth. “Ugh…” He shivered and held the garbage bin closer. His black hair clung to his hot forehead. Maybe he should have stayed home.
“You uh… Didn’t have to come over and study, dude. If you were sick, I’d have even done your homework for you… But now I’m not letting you leave now. I’m taking care of you until you’re better.” He said, brushing his hair out of his face.
Craig sighed. “I know, I know. But, consider this: finals are Tuesday. I am not missing any study time. There is no way in hell I’m going to summer sch-” His sentence stopped abruptly as he wretched into the trashcan again. “You don’t have to take care of me. I can just head home.”
“You will go nowhere! That will only make you more sick! I am gonna quiz you while you lay down and you can quiz me back until you get tired and fall asleep.” He smiled, “And before you sleep, I’ll make you soup!”
“Dude, I’m just gonna get you sick. Thanks for the offer, but I don’t want to give you the stomach flu.” His usually sharp, bright blue eyes were dull and dark. His expression looked sunken and weak.
“You’re not moving!” He puffed his cheeks and stomped his much smaller foot, “And right now I’ve got more strength than you do. I’ve survived far worse than flu. I’ll be fine. You just focus on reading while I get you some water.”
He sighed and laid back, propping himself up against some pillows. “Alright, alright. I can’t argue too much, I guess. Thanks, man.” He replied weakly, looking up at Andrew.
He frowned as he looked at the sick guy before him. He walked out of the room for just a moment before he returned with a cold compress and a glass of water, “Here. You need these. You’re burning up.”
Craig cleared his throat and nodded weakly, reaching for the cold compress. “Thanks. I like to think I look pretty hot, too.” He winked jokingly, taking the compress into his hands.
Drew blushed, turning his head and lightly shoving the other and giggling, “Shut up! You’re such a dork. D-Drink your water!! I’m gonna make soup…” He gulped and smirked as he walked out of the room.
He laughed and pressed the cold compress to his forehead. “Sure, Drew. And thanks for all this.” He sighed and settled back into bed as Andrew left the room.
“Are you okay?” -southparktransboy
9. After getting sick.
Sweat dripped from Craig’s pale face, his clammy hands gripping the trash can he just emptied the contents of his stomach into. “I mean, I could be better.” He heaved and covered his mouth. “Ugh…” He shivered and held the garbage bin closer. His black hair clung to his hot forehead. Maybe he should have stayed home.
“You uh… Didn’t have to come over and study, dude. If you were sick, I’d have even done your homework for you… But now I’m not letting you leave now. I’m taking care of you until you’re better.” He said, brushing his hair out of his face.
Craig sighed. “I know, I know. But, consider this: finals are Tuesday. I am not missing any study time. There is no way in hell I’m going to summer sch-” His sentence stopped abruptly as he wretched into the trashcan again. “You don’t have to take care of me. I can just head home.”
“You will go nowhere! That will only make you more sick! I am gonna quiz you while you lay down and you can quiz me back until you get tired and fall asleep.” He smiled, “And before you sleep, I’ll make you soup!”
“Dude, I’m just gonna get you sick. Thanks for the offer, but I don’t want to give you the stomach flu.” His usually sharp, bright blue eyes were dull and dark. His expression looked sunken and weak.
“You’re not moving!” He puffed his cheeks and stomped his much smaller foot, “And right now I’ve got more strength than you do. I’ve survived far worse than flu. I’ll be fine. You just focus on reading while I get you some water.”
He sighed and laid back, propping himself up against some pillows. “Alright, alright. I can’t argue too much, I guess. Thanks, man.” He replied weakly, looking up at Andrew.
He frowned as he looked at the sick guy before him. He walked out of the room for just a moment before he returned with a cold compress and a glass of water, “Here. You need these. You’re burning up.”
Craig cleared his throat and nodded weakly, reaching for the cold compress. “Thanks. I like to think I look pretty hot, too.” He winked jokingly, taking the compress into his hands.
“Are you okay?” -southparktransboy
9. After getting sick.
Sweat dripped from Craig’s pale face, his clammy hands gripping the trash can he just emptied the contents of his stomach into. “I mean, I could be better.” He heaved and covered his mouth. “Ugh…” He shivered and held the garbage bin closer. His black hair clung to his hot forehead. Maybe he should have stayed home.
“You uh… Didn’t have to come over and study, dude. If you were sick, I’d have even done your homework for you… But now I’m not letting you leave now. I’m taking care of you until you’re better.” He said, brushing his hair out of his face.
Craig sighed. “I know, I know. But, consider this: finals are Tuesday. I am not missing any study time. There is no way in hell I’m going to summer sch-” His sentence stopped abruptly as he wretched into the trashcan again. “You don’t have to take care of me. I can just head home.”
“You will go nowhere! That will only make you more sick! I am gonna quiz you while you lay down and you can quiz me back until you get tired and fall asleep.” He smiled, “And before you sleep, I’ll make you soup!”
“Dude, I’m just gonna get you sick. Thanks for the offer, but I don’t want to give you the stomach flu.” His usually sharp, bright blue eyes were dull and dark. His expression looked sunken and weak.
“You’re not moving!” He puffed his cheeks and stomped his much smaller foot, “And right now I’ve got more strength than you do. I’ve survived far worse than flu. I’ll be fine. You just focus on reading while I get you some water.”
He sighed and laid back, propping himself up against some pillows. “Alright, alright. I can’t argue too much, I guess. Thanks, man.” He replied weakly, looking up at Andrew.
“Are you okay?” -southparktransboy
9. After getting sick.
Sweat dripped from Craig’s pale face, his clammy hands gripping the trash can he just emptied the contents of his stomach into. “I mean, I could be better.” He heaved and covered his mouth. “Ugh…” He shivered and held the garbage bin closer. His black hair clung to his hot forehead. Maybe he should have stayed home.
“You uh… Didn’t have to come over and study, dude. If you were sick, I’d have even done your homework for you… But now I’m not letting you leave now. I’m taking care of you until you’re better.” He said, brushing his hair out of his face.
Craig sighed. “I know, I know. But, consider this: finals are Tuesday. I am not missing any study time. There is no way in hell I’m going to summer sch-” His sentence stopped abruptly as he wretched into the trashcan again. “You don’t have to take care of me. I can just head home.”
“You will go nowhere! That will only make you more sick! I am gonna quiz you while you lay down and you can quiz me back until you get tired and fall asleep.” He smiled, “And before you sleep, I’ll make you soup!”
“Dude, I’m just gonna get you sick. Thanks for the offer, but I don’t want to give you the stomach flu.” His usually sharp, bright blue eyes were dull and dark. His expression looked sunken and weak.
“Are you okay?” -southparktransboy
9. After getting sick.
Sweat dripped from Craig’s pale face, his clammy hands gripping the trash can he just emptied the contents of his stomach into. “I mean, I could be better.” He heaved and covered his mouth. “Ugh…” He shivered and held the garbage bin closer. His black hair clung to his hot forehead. Maybe he should have stayed home.
“You uh… Didn’t have to come over and study, dude. If you were sick, I’d have even done your homework for you… But now I’m not letting you leave now. I’m taking care of you until you’re better.” He said, brushing his hair out of his face.
Craig sighed. “I know, I know. But, consider this: finals are Tuesday. I am not missing any study time. There is no way in hell I’m going to summer sch-” His sentence stopped abruptly as he wretched into the trashcan again. “You don’t have to take care of me. I can just head home.”
“Are you okay?” -southparktransboy
9. After getting sick.
Sweat dripped from Craig’s pale face, his clammy hands gripping the trash can he just emptied the contents of his stomach into. “I mean, I could be better.” He heaved and covered his mouth. “Ugh…” He shivered and held the garbage bin closer. His black hair clung to his hot forehead. Maybe he should have stayed home.
Don’t be scared, Stripe. It’s just a stuffed animal.
Send me “Are you okay?” and i’ll generate a number!
Your muse will find mine:
After a fight
After too many drinks
After self-harming
After a break-up
After an accident
After a near-death experience
After surgery
After an overdose
After getting sick
After being attacked
After being chased
After a bad event
After a nightmare
After a death
I’ve been watching you.
Send me ‘HEADS UP’ and I’ll generate a number for how my muse will react to your muse throwing one of the following at them
Ultimately, send ‘WHY’ for my muse to throw something at yours
Number generator
Pie
Baseball
Box of clothes
Chocolate
Snowball
Desk
Cubby
Pokeball
Hat
Boot
Cake
Water Balloon
Bed
Jar of Dirt
