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(I love how everyone else is like throwing a party and development and shit while Hazel and Esha are just like… we gonna go now? Ok cool…)
(I love how everyone else is like throwing a party and development and shit while Hazel and Esha are just like… we gonna go now? Ok cool…)
(lol)
(We have yet to entwine ourselves with the greater group)
"Should we bring anything?"
Adrik heard a yell come from the house, his eyes widened as he made his way to the door, knocking.
"I don't think so? It seems pretty relaxed."
"It's open!" Mitchell yelled, staring at his chips. Tears formed in his eyes.
Adrik opened the door, finding Mitchell.
"Dude, you okay??" he asked, poking him on the arm.
He looked up at Adrik. "My chips…" His voice cracked.
"Okay. I guess we just walk in then? I don't know. I'm never good with this sort of thing."
Michael followed Adrik in. "Dude, you okay? I can buy you more chips," he offered
"No, it's okay just… give me a moment." He sniffled, picking up some of the chips.
Adrik patted Mitchell on the back, grabbing the bowl from off the floor and putting the chips back, blowing on it and handing it back to Mitchell.
"All better."
Michael laughed to himself a little in the background
(Adrik has a three year old, he can handle Mitchell and his chips xDD)
(lol)
"I guess so"
(lmao sorry was gone for a couple years)
(whats happening have we picked up all le drums)
(yes, Michael and Adrik are at Mitchell's house now)
Mitchell smiled a bit at Adrik. "Thank you," he said, standing up and continuing to eat chips. "Do you want any?
Esha and Hazel walk in.
Michael wandered around the house idly. It seemed nice, nicer than his cheap shared apartment at least
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm having THE TIME OF MY LIFE"
Hazel motioned around the empty room
Michael rolled his eyes. "Woo, yeah, best party of the year!" he laughed sarcastically
"I'm sorry," Mitchell said, chuckling. "You guys want some food?"
Michael's stomach growled before he could answer. "Yeah, that'd be awesome actually."
He led Michael into the kitchen, opening the fridge. "Take your pick, man."
"Ooh, yes please." Michael reached into the fridge, grabbing the nearest thing to his hands, which happened to be half a sandwich. He grabbed it and started to eat it. "Sorry if I'm being grabby, I haven't eaten in…I dunno."
"It's fine. Eat as much as you feel like, I'm the only person that lives here and I have way too much food."
"Well I don't wanna eat your entire fridge man," Michael said, almost done with the sandwich
He shrugged, grabbing a bag of popcorn from his cabinet. "I'll just buy more food, so knock yourself out."
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