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LavaBob (LB) and WriterSketchy (WS) edition cause they scrunklys :yawn:
(Extras ; 
PR : party ron
FLM : flip little man)
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- literally just LB becoming a heater on winter for WS to not be cold and they just hug/cuddle for 70% of the day (FLM probably told them to get the fuck up somewhere around that time period)

- LB having the most brutal fucking fail ever int his case being spilling his mcdonalds fries all over the floor of his car and he's ranting to WS about it while she's trying not to laugh so fucking hard


- WS : I got you a mcdonalds happy meal!!
LB : Haha...you know I'm too old for those WS!!
 
LB : (whispering) did you get the 10 count nuggets and the girl toy-
WS : (nodding attentively)

- WS being unable to open a jar of pickles so LB grabs it from their hand, absolutely fucking DEVOURS. the jar lid, and hands it back to xyr very casually

- LB: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside
WS:
WS: LB, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...-
LB: *Sips coffee from bowl*

- LavaBob: I just ended a four year relationship.
WriterSketchy: Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
LavaBob: Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. It wasn't my relationship.
*FLM and PR fighting from across the room*

- LB riding on a motorcycle extremely fast while WS is about to fall off so she's holding onto him but her fingers are just going through him cause he's literally made of lava

- WS accidentally calls LB "dad" and he starts crying and thinks about it for the whole day

- WS rambling about her hyperfixations and LB just repeating the last word in every sentence she says but with ussy at the end

- some guy at WS's school randomly says "wrist reveal!!" to her and LB gets so pissed WS has to stop them from getting themselves in jail

- LB comforting WS and everytime he pats her back she feels this fire sizzle run through her spine and it bothers her but she still doesn't want them to let go cause she wants hugs anyway /hj

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