(Thursday 4:45 PM)
MythicalSausage:
How dare you, Pixl
MythicalSausage:
I should have known that you were as petty as I am
Pixlriffs:
You should really blame Zloy
Pixlriffs:
He's been wanting a new set of beyblades to chew on
MythicalSausage:
You wouldn't dare!
Pixlriffs:
Call off the fight Mythical Sausage
MythicalSausage:
You're bluffing!
MythicalSausage:
That was 3rd grade, you're seniors now!
Pixlriffs sent heshungry.jpg
(Zloy is sitting at a table in the club room. He has an oreo pack opened but the middle row has been replaced with beyblades. In his hands is a disassembled beyblade about to dip one of the pieces in a glass of milk.)
Pixlriffs:
He's got a taste for plastic and metal recently
MythicalSausage:
Please no! Not my phantom orion
MythicalSausage:
That's the rare black and white version
Pixlriffs:
It looks so much like a cookie, Sausage
Pixlriffs:
I don't think I can control him for much longer
MythicalSausage:
Fine I'll call off the fight
MythicalSausage:
No more duel.
MythicalSausage:
Just give me back my babies
Pixlriffs:
It was nice negotiating with you Sausage
JOEYGRACEFFA:
Not gonna lie, that was kinda hot, Pix
JOEYGRACEFFA:
Man knows how to threaten people
JOEYGRACEFFA:
And the production value of that photo
JOEYGRACEFFA:
WHo brings a glass cup to school
JOEYGRACEFFA:
The beyblades in the oreo pack
JOEYGRACEFFA:
Zloy's pose
JOEYGRACEFFA:
Absolutely Magnificent
Pixlriffs:
Thank you very much, Joey Graceffa
JOEYGRACEFFA:
So are you seeing anyone?
Pixlriffs:
Sorry Joey I'm very flattered but I'm not really looking for anything right now
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