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[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ fidgeting, way too dressed up for his own good. tugging at his tie, shifting his weight back & forth between his feet. looks about as unhappy as he can get. ]

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ looks a little pleased at this, the expression he can't show on his face shining in his eyes a bit. doesn't move from his spot, though; his eyes search around for their other siblings out of brief curiosity. ]

Yeah, you'd totally miss out on all the cool things we do at home. [ pauses. ] We're still going out, right?

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You bet. Don't think you can wiggle out of it.

[ snickers & rolls his eyes. ]

I'll get you to break up with Sammy sooner or later.

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

WHAT?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ after a pause: ]

It's not Sammy, it's Sally.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Geez, if you're going to threaten me then threaten me right.

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ snorts, trying to keep a straight face. ]

Yeah, yeah. Sarah. Got it.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ looks very disgruntled, up until he calms down and heaves a long sigh. ]

Did you really skip a million grades or whatever? 'Cause really, you're not a very good listener.

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

S'called selective listening. You know, figuring out what's important from not-important shit?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Are you saying my baby is on this not-important list?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ have a friendly nudge. ]

C'mon, N, you can do better than Sandy.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

THAT'S IT-!

[ when one of the waiters/servants pass them by he nabs a handful of the fancy appetizers on a tray, shoving it into damon's face. ]

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[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ sakfkjga--!! ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ spits them out on the spot & grabs nathan in a headlock with a noogie following immediately after. ]

SUFFER, MIDGET.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ flails momentarily, caught off-guard as usual. latches onto his arm with his hands, tugging furiously. ]

YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ not budging, still nooging. ]

AW, DID I HURT YOUR FEELINGS?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ kicks at his shin, though it's not as hard as he'd like it to be. ]

I HAVE NO FEELINGS!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ winces a bit, not having expected that & stops the noogies to shuffle back a few steps. ]

WHATEVER, SHORTY.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ screeches in protest, wiggling around to try and get loose. ]

I'M NOT SHORT!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

WHAT WAS THAT? COULDN'T HEAR YOU OVER ALL THE CRYING.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

YOU'LL BE THE ONE CRYING WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU-!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ here be more snickering. ]

WHAT'S THIS? A THREAT? OH, I'M SCARED STIFF. [ headlock tightens a bit in emphasis. ] What're you gonna do, steal my socks?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ lets out a gurgling sound of despair when the hold is tightened, somehow managing to talk despite that. ]

NO. More like your precious textbooks! WHAT THEN, HUH?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ stills a bit, voice going dramatically lower. ]

Sally might then just do a little vanishing act.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't seem concerned, going still himself momentarily. ]

Psh. There's no way!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Is that doubt I hear?