w0 curfew: someone gets stabbed again while will is in the little cowboy's room.

[squelching]

this is such a group

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[stunwhistle]

If you're worried about it, you can give it less of this than you did the pumpkin pie one.

[resumed]

[ he will pour the tiniest bit for it. ]

You know, I don't know what I should actually be feeding it. I've just been trying different things to see what it accepts.

[stunwhistle]

You know what we should try giving it, actually?

[resumed]

[ ... ]

We are not feeding it golden Oreos.

[stunwhistle]

Oh, come on! It'd probably like them!

[resumed]

No! You can't just assign it as liking something that's a knock-off of a classic. [ stop having opinions on food. also he's lowkey arguing because he knows it would absolutely like golden oreos, the traitor. ]

[stunwhistle]

An improvement of a classic, thank you very much.

[resumed]

You are literally the only one to think it's an improvement, Solace.

[stunwhistle]

Not the only one! It sells well enough that it hasn't been discontinued yet.

[resumed]

I think what you mean is those people also have questionable taste.

[stunwhistle]

Their taste is impeccable, as is mine.

[he gives nico's hand a squeeze under the table.]

[resumed]

Flattery also won't get you anywhere. [ dry. but he keeps their hands together while he shakes his head. ] Pick another bottle and keep going then.

[ and we can let this go britt if you want since curfew is over. ]

[stunwhistle]

[they rate some more sodas and then rOCKET GOES AND DIES!! ZETSU!!!!!!!!!!!!!]