BSD Chat/texting fic

Chapter Sixteen: Who broke it?

||In the ass-class 2.0 Chat||

Demon: I hate this.

Demon is offline

Fire-bird: How amusing

Fire-bird is offline

(12pm Tuesday 17/9)

(Today)

Tigress: Who, pray tell, is the culprit responsible for shattering this delicate artefact?

Demon: Not again–

Tigress: I am not infuriated, I simply yearn to acquire knowledge.

Siren: I did, I broke it

Tigress: Alas, you did not, my dear.
Tigress: Mena?

Demon: Don't look at me.
Demon: Look at Dev

Fire-bird: I am not at fault for its breakage.

Demon: Huh..
Demon: That's weird.
Demon: How did you even know it was broken?

Fire-bird: Due to its placement directly in front of us and its malfunction, it is evident that the object is broken.

Demon: Suspicious

Fire-bird: That statement is incorrect.
Fire-bird: It is unlikely to matter, but it is worth noting that Lunna was the most recent user of it.

Nine-tail: Lair, I don't even drink that crap.

Demon: Oh really?
Demon: Then what were you doing by the coffee machine earlier?

Nine-tail: I used the wooden spoons to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that. Deca.

Siren: Okay, Okay, let's not fight, I broke it, let me pay for it.

Tigress: Regrettably, the answer remains negative. Pray tell, who is the culprit responsible for the unfortunate mishap?

Demon: Tori, Milla has been awfully quiet.

Nine-tail: Oh really!?

Fire-bird: Milla should be excluded from this matter as she lacks the courage to cause any harm.

||You are now private messaging Jouno||

Jouno: Tori, what have you done this time?

Victoria: I have inadvertently initiated a conflict within my esteemed battalion.

Jouno: Why?

Victoria: In a regrettable turn of events, I inadvertently shattered the exquisite coffee pot, causing an unfortunate mishap that resulted in a searing pain engulfing my delicate hand. Overwhelmed by the anguish, I instinctively unleashed a forceful blow upon the ill-fated object, seeking solace in the release of my frustration.

Jouno: Of course you did.

Victoria: I foresee that in a mere ten minutes, they shall find themselves engaged in a fierce conflict, their countenances marred by the anguish of war, and a triumphant visage displayed upon a prominent pike.

Jouno: And why did you do this?

Victoria: The atmosphere in this place was becoming excessively familiar.

Jouno: I should have known. 😪
Jouno: Just don't let them kill each other.

Victoria: I regret to inform you that I am unable to make such a commitment.

Jouno: God damn it Victoria.