Omega: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Omega: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!Ĭrosshair: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? How'd you even know it was broken?Įcho: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.Ĭrosshair: If it matters, probably not, but Omega was the last one to use it. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* Mickey flickered his eyes up from his game for a moment, taking an… appreciative glance, and then quickly focused his attention back on his pixelated mission as Ian stood in front of the dresser in the cramped bedroom, and started to rustle through the drawers for a t-shirt. He was just starting to consider getting up, to peel off his sweaty tank top and head downstairs to grab some coffee- when Ian came into the room from his shower, a fraying towel wrapped around his lower half and his torso slick with excess water droplets.
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He’d been trying to beat this fucking level a million times, but his thumb couldn’t move quickly enough at the pivotal moment when he had to shoot a bunch of enemy forces- he’d been at the game for a good half hour, since when Ian had sleepily stumbled off of the mattress sporting a full bedhead to go take a shower, and Mickey was starting to get a tinny, sharp headache from staring at his phone screen for too long. Taglist: CLOSED (bold couldn’t Taglist: tags: at least, moving forward on the weekdays- but today was a slow, lazy Saturday, and Mickey was still laying in bed in a tank top and boxers, sweaty and entangled in the crumpled sheets, laying back with his head on the pillow and playing some overly-gory sharpshooter game on his phone.
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