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Twenty-seven
╚════◈◉◈════╝"food there is not" Ollie rummaged through her cabinets, seeing nothing but bare shelves.
"we could go to the store" I suggest,
"but I don't want to" she sighed,
"then I'll go the store, just don't do anything stupid" I shrugged.
"I'll make sure to do stupid things just for you Iris" Ollie blew a kiss towards me.
"I'd rather you not die only a few days before your parents funeral"
"that wouldn't be good" Ranboo stared blankly.
"fine I won't die" she agreed.
"deal" I nodded, "im going to the store"
"im coming too" Alex said eagerly.
"why?"
"because I want to get a cookie" he spat.
"you want to get a single cookie?" I raised an eyebrow.
"if im feeling cute I'll get two" he jeered.
"fine—don't die" I pointed towards the small group.
"yes madam" Ollie saluted as I walked towards the front door.
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"what type of cookies are you gonna get?" I said as Alex and I walked through the aisles of the grocery store.
"depends" he shrugged, "what's your favorite type of cookie?"
"I don't know" I grab a box of cheerios.
"you don't trust me" he observed.
"what makes you think that?" I scoffed,
"you don't tell me anything about yourself, nobody really knows you"
"people know me"
"oh really? do you think any one of our friends know little details about you" Alex raised an eyebrow.
"Ranboo does"
"Ranboo's different, he's like a brother"
"yeah but—"
"everyone always talks to you when they need help, but who do you talk to?"
"I—don't like talking" I shrug.
"im going to ask you a set of questions, you need to answer them" Alex orders,
"no im not going to—"
"question one, Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest? This can be a fictional person" Alex pushed,
"I don't know"
"you have to answer"
"uh—Ranboo"
"no, it has to be someone you've never met" he tsked.
"you're mean"
"answer the question" he exclaimed,
"Iris, the messenger goddess"
"and why is that?"
"Iris, best name ever obviously. And we're sort of similar, we're messengers" I chuckled,
"next question; Would you like to be famous? In what way?"
"Not really, im already known in the fandom, but I wouldn't like being streamer famous" I shake my head.
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