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thewrathofkaan) wrote2016-09-13 09:57 am
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Room 516, Tuesday Morning
Roscoe woke up to a long string of text messages from his grandpa that he tried responding to before he ultimately got bored trying and forgot about it. He was more interested in spending his day in other ways, like laying on his stomach with his tablet on his bed, browsing through online shoe stores.
Look, it was fall. He needed new boots. It was important.
He had a nicely creepy Halloween playlist playing in the background, getting him in that mood. Pumpkin spice and spooky scary songs and boot shopping, it was a whole thing.
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Look, it was fall. He needed new boots. It was important.
He had a nicely creepy Halloween playlist playing in the background, getting him in that mood. Pumpkin spice and spooky scary songs and boot shopping, it was a whole thing.
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He'd probably be faster.
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Nah, he'd help, but he'd still make lewd comments anyway.
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His dad had called it 'curls for the girls. Or guys. Whatever gender.' It was pretty accurate.
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Keep it light, right?
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Keep it light, yes.
"Or fake sumo," he suggested.
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"Or those big clear inflatable wheels you can run around in and bump into people," he said. "Probably not the best thing to try drunk, though. I feel like it'd be too easy to get dizzy and barf."
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Dante, don't share details like that just like that.
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"Okay, I don't wanna say I wouldn't even consider that, but at the same time I'd feel kinda weird about the squirrels watching."
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