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WARNING/s ;
: Swearing (Censored)
















Thunderstorm: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. 

Quake: Lunar and Blaze were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.












Cyclone: Why are you smiling? 

Thunderstorm: What? Can’t I just be happy? 

Cyclone: Solar tripped and fell in the parking lot.










Blaze, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this b*tch down. Cool it down. 

Cyclone: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven... 

Thorn, visibly confused: Okay, so he decided to put the cutting board in the oven? 

Thunderstorm, spraying Cyclone: You F*CKING DUMB*SS! 

Cyclone: Dude, I forgot- 

Solar: OH MY F*CKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you f*cking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!? 

Lunar: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*









Ice: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk? 

Thunderstorm: *sighing* Metal. 

Metal: F*ck sh*t up out there, but don’t die. 

Blaze: *wiping away a tear* So inspirational.












Cyclone: What's worse than a heartbreak? 

Solar: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging. 

Ice: Waking up in the morning. 

Lunar: Waking up.












Cyclone: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- 

Blaze: Eyy, homie! 

Ice: But then there's cootie... 

Lunar: Die.













Quake, teaching Thunderstorm to drive: Okay, you're driving and Solar and Cyclone walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit? 

Thunderstorm: Oh, definitely Solar. I could never hurt Cyclone.

Quake, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.












Quake: How late were you up last night? 

Solar and Ice: Me? 

Quake: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time. 

Quake, to Lunar: You.












Cyclone and Thorn, in the back of Solar's car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! 

Quake: We have food at home. 

Solar: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough

Cyclone and Thorn: YAYYYYYY! 

Solar: *orders one black coffee and leaves*











*Thorn sneezes*

Quake: Thorn, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby! 

*Solar sneezes

Thunderstorm: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.


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