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"what in god's green earth, is going on in here?!" a shout coming from, a young guy with curly dark brown hair, emits.
"um, what does it look like i'm doing?" a tall guy, laying down on the floor with, what looks to be blood but is actually ketchup, surrounding him.
"is that real?!" caspian shouts, "don't be silly cas, it's only ketchup." a guy wearing scientist goggles says, pressing his finger print on a knife.
"i'm just finding out about my recent culprit and how they got away with it. robert volunteered so..." nathan shrugs, "i just wanted to show nathan my great acting skills." the tall man, robert, explains, laying down dramatically on the ketchup.
"uh, huh.." caspian slowly walks towards robert and his roommates' fridge, "can i make breakfast?" caspian asks, nathan slowly turns towards him. "it's 3 in the afternoon." he says, furrowing his eyebrows.
"and? what's your point?" caspian turns to robert, "well? can i?" he asks, robert doesn't respond. "hello? robert? rob? is he actually dead or what?" caspian asks, nathan sighs. "he's really getting into character, why don't you ask tyler or asher?" nathan suggests, going back to his experiment.
"i guess so." caspian hums as he knocks on asher's door in an anna way. "asher? can i make myself breakfast~? please open the door and say, i can make breakfast and eat everything, to~day—" caspian gets cut off as asher opens the door.
"don't." he says, putting a finger up. "and yes, you can go make breakfast, despite what time it is." he answers before going back into his room and shutting the door, caspian turns around ecstatically. "time to make some pancakes!" he shouts, "quiet!" he hears asher shout from inside the room and chuckles nervously.
he makes his way to the kitchen and just as he does, the door gets knocked down.
"what the hell?!" nathan shouts, almost dropping the knife on robert. robert opens his eyes and sees a knife in front of his face. "ah!" he screams, "what the hell, nat?!" he shouts, "wasn't my fault! aziza broke the door again!" nathan exclaims, putting the knife down, taking his goggles and gloves off.
"ooo, sorry guys..." aziza says, rubbing the back of her neck. "what happened?!" a soft, delicate voice asks from behind the curly haired girl. "nothing, hannah. z just broke the door again." nathan explains, asher comes out of his room.
"god! can't a guy, film a youtube video, in peace—" he sees the door on the floor, "...i'm not even going to ask what happened." he says, crossing his arms.
