#ofteddyiisms

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Whether or not it was allowed, Oliver had decided to secretly snatch Michael’s teddy bear from his backpack and now was resting the bear on the other’s shoulder. Were they supposed to be focusing on running lines together? Yep. But that was the last thing on the boy’s mind at the moment. Instead, he was making the bear make some sort of movements that were close to dancing as an inanimate object could get. “Do you ever sing Michael in the Bathroom while you’re in the bathroom? ‘Cause if not, that’s kind of a waste of an opportunity.” He mused.

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“--Honestly, I don’t get it. You like her right?” Carson tilted their head to the side as they scanned over Michael’s face. “From what you’ve told me, she sounds really sweet so telling her shouldn’t be too hard.” The human struggle of confessing your feelings for someone that you were close with was still beyond them, no matter how many times they had witnessed it. “If you seriously need some help I can try and work my magic? Sometimes all you need is a little power of suggestion to get things moving in the right direction.”

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* @ofteddyiisms / our characters try and solve a mystery.

Peter was freaking out the moment he realized his glasses were gone, latching onto the first person he managed to stop. “Hey! Um… this is going to sound weird but I think someone stole my glasses. Could you maybe help me find them? It’s kind of important that I get them back.” He rambled, panic seeping into his tone. “You see, these aren’t necessarily regular glasses. They have special technology integrated into them.” He wanted to leave his explanation vague just in case someone overheard their conversation. He wasn’t going to explain that they allowed him to hack into access certain mainframes -- including the school’s database if that was what they wanted.

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* @ofteddyiisms / one of our characters takes care of the other.

Emma slowly took a seat beside the other, a look of concern etched across her features. “Michael?” Her voice was gentle as she leaned in closer toward him. “I know this might be a stupid question -- but is there like a vampire equivalent of coming down with a cold? ‘Cause you look a little run down.” A small pout formed on her lips as she reached out to place a gentle hand upon his shoulder. “Have you been taking care of yourself lately? Is there anything I can do?”

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Toulouse let out a huffy sigh as he folded his arms tightly across his chest, “Do you ever do anything for fun? Having little tea-parties with a stuffed animal doesn’t count, by the way.” He pursed his lips as he continued to study the other. “I mean you’re probably the most boring vampire that I’ve ever met. You need to take more risks in life! Let’s do something fun together so you can prove to me that you’re not a lost hope at this point.” He teased.