rated VL, for violent language.
***only 1 word! promise!***
fang and Iggy were standing behind the couch, talking quietly, while the younger kids (not to mention dr.m and Ella) were playing one of many rounds of spoons with the only semi-decent deck of cards they had. it was almost a perfect day, and the only thing missing was an army of erasers coming to shred them to dog chow.
"say, fang, where's max?" Iggy asked. fang shrugged, and as if on cue, max walked happily into the room. she was happy until she saw fang, then her face went from cheerful to cold murder. she stomped up to fang, drew a pencil from nowhere, and shanked fang in the arm. fang looked at his arm, then at max.
"what the fuck, max?" fang said, and max responded by storming off.
"ok… random…" angel said.
"2 questions: what made her do that, and, can I get a turn?" Iggy said, and fang glared at him.
"I'm glaring, ig."
