Alberu: I bet you can't make a sentence without the letter a.
Cale: You thought you just did something there, didn't you? Well sorry to burst your overly-pessimistic bubble but numerous sentences could be constructed without employing the first letter of our well known lexicon. In truth, its not even so difficult seeing how the letter 'e' is the most used letter in our frequent discussions.
Choi Han: Fuck you. Suck my dick. Choke on shit.
Cale: ...I presumed you only swore once severely provoked.
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Ron: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried telling you might make you angry.
Beacrox: Just rip off the bandaid.
Ron: You have to teach Choi Han how to cook.
Beacrox: Put the bandaid back on.
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Choi Han: So what's your type?
Alberu: Cute, strong, sweet, kind of two-faced, gentle, protective, loyal, assumes too much.
Choi Ha: Whoa, that sounds like me! Too bad I'm not a woman.
Alberu: ...did I mention assumes too much?
Choi Han: Yeah, why?
Alberu: Just checking.
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*door opens*
Cale: What are you doing here?
Alberu, drenched: ...running away from my problems?
Cale: Welcome. *steps aside*
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White Star: I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! SOMEONE TAKE OUT THAT ASS. *throws knife at picture of Cale on the wall*
Clopeh: On a date or assassinated?
White Star, clearly pissed and sarcastic: SURPRISE ME!
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Alberu: We're playing Scrabble. Its terrible.
Eruhaben: Scrabble? Scrabble's great.
Alberu: Not when you play with Cale. I put words like kind and he puts detrimental.
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Violan: Deruth and I am having a baby.
Kim Rok Soo: Congrats-
Violan, slamming adoption papers on the desk: It's you, sign these papers.
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Eruhaben: I'm the strongest, wisest, and smartest person in this group.
Rasheel: Is your hand stuck in the vending machine?
Eruhaben, canonically broke and struggling: I paid for my Mars Bar, I'm getting my damn Mars Bar.
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Cale: You shouldn't be using a straw.
Toonka: Yeah, I know, saving the turtles and all that.
Cale: No, its just an odd way to eat noodles.
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*Alberu and Choi Han screaming on top of the table*
Beacrox, slamming the door open: Young Majesty, what's wrong?!
Choi Han: Why are you only asking him? We were both screaming!
Beacrox, one hand on his hip: His Majesty only screams when its an emergency. You however, scream every chance you can.
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Trash of the Count's Family Anthology
Fanfictionjust a few stories about Cale mostly. requests are allowed, just i do have boundaries and can't do them all. all right thank you.
