STATUS : closed for anyone, @dogsrotten. TIME : 1:45am. LOCATION : pumpkin carving station.
" ah, shit. " being a little too heavy handed sends the knife right through his pumpkin, and a frown pulls at his lips as he watches the halves part. " well, there goes that. looks like i'll be taking this home for my mom to make tagine. " a quiet chuckle escapes, turning to the person near him. " i'm assuming your pumpkin's gonna come out better than my total mess. "












