Scavengers. || Damon&Constantine.
Looking at the poster, Damon frowned. He loved scavenger hunts, but usually when he had a partner he worked well with. "Who the shit is Constantine?!"
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Scavengers. || Damon&Constantine.
Looking at the poster, Damon frowned. He loved scavenger hunts, but usually when he had a partner he worked well with. "Who the shit is Constantine?!"
"So you're telling me,
that out of all of the people at this blasted school... I was partnered up with you - Dylan Gage - for a scavenger hunt that is nothing short of completely juvenile..? This is absolutely brilliant."
"Pardon me, you wouldn't happen to know where this party is being held? My friend told me it was, regretfully, a mandatory event for students..."
"There's a party tonight!? I am so fucking down for that! Alright who's up with me? Let's go!" he said, grabbing a nearby broom and starting to dance.
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"Benjamin Rothwell, how many fucking repeats of a shirt do you have?" Tyler announced the second he heard the door crack over. Yes, he was hopping around the male's room uninvited looking around in his clothes. Or rather, judging them.
"Fun week? Sounds good, and a party is exactly what I need..." Damon muttered, staring at the poster.