"Oooh, pizza!"
Walking through the doors, was a black-haired, blue-eyed pre-teen with a college uniform on.
"What kind of alcoholic drinks does this place sell?" He asked.
He didn't look old enough to even be in here, but yet, there he was. One of his eyes was glazed with a strange, faint white coating, indicating it wasn't an actual eyeball and was most likely prosthetic.
"What kind of alcoholic drinks does this place sell?" He asked.
He didn't look old enough to even be in here, but yet, there he was. One of his eyes was glazed with a strange, faint white coating, indicating it wasn't an actual eyeball and was most likely prosthetic.
"Hm?-" Cue Peanut looking out a window. He heard a thud outside somewhere. "Hey, does anyone else hear that or is it just me?-"
he was still napping hood on his head knocked out
"Guess not." Peanut then said as he just walked back to his chair.
Excalibur Umbra wrote:
he had finally returned from his long self imposed exile
(But... he died right?)
Excalibur Umbra wrote:
he had finally returned from his long self imposed exile
"Hewwo fwend Umbwa."
Kagami Tadashi-Tenshi wrote:
Excalibur Umbra wrote:
he had finally returned from his long self imposed exile
(But... he died right?)
((what??? you can't kill a tenno
Fumizuki wrote:
Excalibur Umbra wrote:
he had finally returned from his long self imposed exile
"Hewwo fwend Umbwa."
"hello little one how fares you?"
"I'm doing well thanks." She smiled. "How you?"
"getting by...for the most part"
"Good." Fumizuki smiles warmly.
"I JUST GOT BLUE LOBSTERED" 
Cue Isaac just still being dead- So his ghost just pokes him with a stick. "I am still dead, people."
Ramona Dama wrote:
"I JUST GOT BLUE LOBSTERED"
"Huh? What does that mean?"
"Beats me, Fumizuki. Beats me."
Five climbed over the counter, grabbed a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread, a bag of marshmallows, a butter knife and a plate, then crawled back over the counter and sat down on one of the chairs in front of the counter.
He then proceeded to open the bags, grab two pieces of bread, put the bread on a plate, and began spreading peanut butter on the bread... Then after he was done with that, he put the marshmallows in it, closed the two pieces of bread and made a sandwich out of it. After putting away the stuff he got and putting money on the counter, he began eating a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich quietly.
He then proceeded to open the bags, grab two pieces of bread, put the bread on a plate, and began spreading peanut butter on the bread... Then after he was done with that, he put the marshmallows in it, closed the two pieces of bread and made a sandwich out of it. After putting away the stuff he got and putting money on the counter, he began eating a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich quietly.
He eyed over at the people in the bar.
"So, do they sell coffee here?" He asked, raising a brow, casually eating his sandwich.
"So, do they sell coffee here?" He asked, raising a brow, casually eating his sandwich.
"Nope"
"Of course not." He shook his head, rolling his eyes before taking another bite of the peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich.
"So, who are you?" He muttered.
"So, who are you?" He muttered.
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