Robloxia Till Live

stickmasterluke: dude whoever that girl with those gubbys she almost pulled a cannon on me! *points at jparty a bit scared* U made it!! *bright eyes sighs, just calming everything down so no drama continues* brighteyes: Now, now dears.. we haven't finished the food because the soldiers almost attacked us, let's eat or I'll eat the apple pie! *smiles gently, it's quite windy so maybe a picnic in the HQ is better?* jane doe: he likes minty gum, we got new bait! stickmasterluke I learnt from you!

*Inception's jaw drops. He points a shaking finger at Jane.* You... you're using my own tricks against me? *He scoffs, turning his nose up.* This is treason. *He crosses his arms, glaring.* I'm not eating anything you made. *StickmasterLuke beams with pride.* See? You're a natural! *He grins, ruffling Jparty's hair again.* He's our little soldier now! *Jparty salutes, puffing out his chest.* Y3$ $1r! § > §! *Inception looks like he's about to have an aneurysm.*

shedletsky: fine I'll help, because I want that picnic! *gets jparty off* hang out in nature time, or u could just cuddle inception still! *grins a bit before dropping jparty on the floor (jparty is ok they don't feel pain, none of them do actually)* builderman: a picnic sounds nice.. *pokes roblox* whatcha think? *brighteyes stands up from her chair* brighteyes: let's prepare, and we'll go, just don't forget the food because u little dearies are always hungry! *goes up to get the picnic blanket

*Roblox leans in, his voice a low murmur.* I'd rather have you for dessert. *He smirks, pulling back slightly.* But a picnic sounds like a good start. *Inception shoves Jparty off again, glaring at Shedletsky.* You call that helping? *He points a finger at the giggling Jparty.* And you! Stop being a leech! *He huffs, crossing his arms.* Fine. But you're carrying the blanket. *Jparty grins.* 0kAy! 1'lL c4rRY 1T! § > §! *He salutes dramatically before bouncing outside.*

*Inception's face flushes a deep red at Shedletsky's words.* We're not sleeping together! *He glares, then points a finger at Jparty.* And you're on the couch. Alone. *Jparty deflates, dragging his feet.* O-okay... (′︵‵。) *He climbs onto the couch, curling up in the smallest ball possible.* Inception: *He glares at Jparty's sad lump on the couch.* ...Fine. *He huffs, marching over and yanking a blanket over him.* Just... be quiet. And don't kick me.