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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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[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?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't be able to even touch Sally!

[ finally wiggles out, using the palm of his hand to shove damon a bit. ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ lets him go without fighting go, hands still in the air as he's thinking. ]

What's stoppin' me?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, rolling his eyes up at the ceiling in thought. ]

... I dunno. Lots of stuff?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? [ backpedals a little 'til he's able to comfortably lean on a wall, crossing his arms. ]

Like?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Like... [ keeps his eyes upward, nose suddenly scrunching up in thought, as if he's confused over his own words. ] Stuff.