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the chocolate milk is strikingly overpriced and at the same time very easy to steal; another of god's little tests. (For Ash Wu? Ty!!)
“You know, I’ve never had chocolate milk in my life,” Ash muses, “and it’s really surprising it’s expensive. Is it fancy chocolate or something?”
He snorts at her mention of being tested and stealing the drink, trying to imagine himself taking a carton or bottle of it. He shakes his head, unable to picture it. “Well, I might look the other way if you try to do that if we’re together. But really, I could just buy you some.”
Broooo like i just want to go back to sleeeeeeeep
the larents and their chaos makes me giggle please continue
@prettybite : 🕷 your muse thought it would be a great idea to play a prank on mine with a plastic spider/bug/rat, not expecting that they’d get punched in the face mid-flail.
HE THOUGHT IT’D BE FUNNY ---- a classic, completely harmless prank. something that the two of them would be able to laugh about immediately after. exactly like a scene from one of those dumb sitcoms on tv. just a plastic rat that he purchased on amazon because it was on sale. what could possibly go wrong?
it takes him all day to find the right moment ; to catch malee in a vulnerable enough position for max to make his move. of course, it’s when she’s neck deep in reading her tiktok notifications that he finally sees the opportunity. sly smile perks his cheeks. the fake rat has been tucked away in his hoodie pocket all day. finally, max prepares to leave his spot in the kitchen ---- eating cereal at 9pm? of course he is.
max clears throat while he clinks his spoon around in the bowl, just to remind her of where he is. it’s then that he pulls the rat from his hoodie. gentle, yet methodical, steps are taken toward the living room ; he remembers what parts of the floor creak, and he makes sure to avoid those spots. breath is being held as he approaches the couch. hand dangles the plastic rat just above her head and without wasting another second, max drops it onto her lap and pairs it with a loud yell.
“ HEY, WATCH OUT!! ” uproarious laugh fills an otherwise silent room. he’s getting ready to stand up straight when, suddenly, there’s a fist connecting with his face. “ aghhh ---- fuck! ” hands cradle the place of impact, body keeling over as he groans in pain. “ dude, i ---- ” max’s voice is muffled by his hands. he’s trying to explain himself ; to tell her that it’s fake, but she’s screaming and running out the door before he even has a chance to. “ IT WAS A JOKE! ” well . . . she’ll come back eventually.
I'M GONNA STEAL ALL THE FUCKIN PRETZELS AND SET EM LOOSE IN THE STORE WITH THE PIGEONS
THE BRAWL IS CHAOS