Blizzard & Me.
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Thread Topic: Blizzard & Me.
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Skeppy nodded, slowly creeping through doors and making sure there wasn't anymore buckets. Once he found one, he yelled, "Gold! Please come up here and remove this-"
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Gold squeaked and wiggled out of Lem's grasp. "S**t... I gotta go, Lem. I'll be right back, though!" He darted upstairs and casually leaned on the wall next to the door. "What's the matter, Uncle Skeppy?"
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“Gold,” Skeppy deadpanned. “Remove the bucket.”
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Gold scrunched his nose. "How about ... No." He jumped up and pushed it over towards Skeppy. "I just want a little fun."
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The bucket tipped over, hitting Skeppy in the head and drenching him. “Well. How’s your fun?”
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Gold smirked, biting back a laugh. "It's great!! You look fun when you're wet. Also, that bucket had blue dye in it!"
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Skeppy reached up, rubbing his head where the bucket hit him as he turned around, heading for his and Bads room.
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Hold laughed and ran back downstairs. "It's fun to see them like this!"
Bad glanced up and smiled at Skeppy. "Hey, you okay?" Then he noticed that Skeppy was wet. "Did Gold get you too?!" -
Skeppy whined. “Yeah- And its blue.”
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Bad laughed a little. "Sorry, but blue looks good on you. He had red on the one that fell on me. Let's get you dried off and in dry clothes okay?" He leaned in a bit and kissed Skeppy, then sighed. "Did you talk to him at all, or did this happen before you could?"
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“Nah, this happened before,” Skeppy said, reaching into a closet and grabbing a towel. “Would this dye the towel?”
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Bad shrugged. "It might.... But just use it anyway. I can try to get it out later." He shook his head and frowned. "I think I should go talk to him. He should stop this."
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"Yes, please," Skeppy said, rubbing the towel on his head and wincing when it touched where the bucket hit his head.
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Bad hesitated when he saw Skeppy wince but frowned and walked out of the room to find Gold. "Gold! Come here! We need to talk!!" He sounded stern, serious, maybe even a little angry. And he had good reason.
Gold froze, trying to hide behind Lem. Lem pushed him toward the stairs, and shrugged. Gild scowled and stormed uobtje stairs. "What?" He asked angrily, his ears down flat against his head. -
*up the stairs
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