...Why?
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Thread Topic: ...Why?
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Quintin: *looks at Verse* You're lower than Pitch is. *growls*
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Verse: I am, am I? *walks away from Jan* And you? Pft. Like you're better.
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Quintin: *falters for a bit* ..So?
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Pitch: *looks away* Jan, wait.. *finally stares at Quintin*
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Pitch: *sighs* Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you an idiot. I wasn't thinking straight..
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Quintin: *eyes have died down, messing with his hands quietly*
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Janette: And blaming me for getting Olive killed, you know...*mutters, moving back towards Quintin*
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Pitch: *pale* Yeah.. And for calling this *jerks his chin at Quintin* I mean- him.. a b------.
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Quintin: *teenage girl freak out* THE BLACK NAIL POLISH. JANA. IT CHIPPED. MY LIFE. IT'S FFAAADDDDIINNGGG. Dx
WOW QUINT, SO MANLY. -
Janette: *eyes role* See, Dad? He's not that bad, just...Not good. *laughs, hugging Quintin tightly* Fix it later.
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Pitch: *eyes green* Nail polish? *eye twitch, throwing his arms in the air* Well then.
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Quintin: *holds up his hands, nails all painted dark black, this SO TINY YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE IT chip on his left index finger* I think I messed it up when I tackled you, dammit.
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Janette: Yeah Dad, nail polish. *soft giggle* It'll be fine, Quin. Like I said, you can fix it later.
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Pitch: Oi. You got to be kidding me.. I see.
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Quintin: *crosses arms, sighing* Fine. *kisses the top of her head*
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