PARTY TIME YEEHAW
❝ enemies...acquaintances...to put
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"So...does anyone actually know how to build a tent?" Yongsun kept her hand around the hammer as she stared at the tents that weren't set up.
"You're not going to hit us with the hammer if I say no?" Johnny was still super cautious and didn't want to get on her nerves. He thought the best way to handle the situation was to be more friendly.
"Of course not." She walked towards him and lifted his face up with the hammer. Johnny decided to just go for it and placed his hand on the hammer too in order to put it down.
"Then, I'll take this away for now and you can help me set it up. Then you can hammer in the pegs as much as you can." Johnny smiled and Yongsun returned it as if she was a naive girl. She decided to play along for the sake of it.
"So..." Jaehyun looked at Junngi as he ruffled the back of his hair. Her facial expression was cold and grim. "I guess we should start...right." He wasn't sure how to approach her since she didn't look like she wanted to talk at all.
"Well let's do this then." Junngi agreed and just got on her own way to do her work. Jaehyun sighed as he knew well that getting to know each other would take much more than just a simple conversation. The only thing he thought: how was he going to do that?
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"I just realized, we can't even prepare the food until the shopping group comes back." Hyunri suddenly thought after spacing out for a few seconds.
"What do we do in the meantime?" Lihua decided to look into all the cabinets. "There's a bunch of dry food. Ramen packets..."
"What if we just made a bunch of ramen for everyone?" Mark chimed in. "It's easy to cook in a short amount of time.
"Honestly he's right. We didn't even have breakfast and it's already 9 AM." Lihua nodded in agreement.
"Well then, we aren't agents nor con artists. We are now chefs. This is MasterChef. Time to unleash the power of Gordon Ramsay." Hyunri took a deep breath in as if to consume what ever magical force she was getting. "Where are the pots?" She whispered to Lihua and Mark couldn't help but find her behaviors a bit funny.
"I'll get them." Lihua couldn't help but stifle a laugh as well. She was able to find the pots in the top shelf, yet she couldn't reach them. We're the past owners taller than 5'6? She thought to herself.
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Fanfikce❝ lies, money, death and last but not least the 𝓰 𝓪 𝓶 𝓮 ❞ ━ ɴᴄᴛ 127 ᴀ.ꜰ (inspired by The Player) © rura.z | 12.26.18 - n/a [ 10/10 slots taken] #20 in applyfiction