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Keith threw up his arms. K "I QUIT! This game is RIGGED, only YOU and ASTA have won the WHOLE time. IT IS LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO SUCK AT THIS GAME THAT BAD!" Asta was snickering and packing the cards up, sliding them into the deck. "The luck is in the cards, Kid." Keith leapt up and stormed into the corner. K "Luck of the cards my ASS." |
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Ethan giggled intently. "You're supposed to be FAST. Its CALLED SPEED FOR A REASON!" He put all their cards together and reshuffled the deck, playing with the cards. "I think its gonna be dark soon." He narrowed his eyes, standing and he peered out a window. Sure enough the sun was low in the sky. |
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Keith continued muttering angry pouty toddler things while Asta stood and nodded. "I need a NAP." She huffed and looked out the window. "It feels way later than sunset." |
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"Yes, a long day." He walked over to the bed area, glancing around. Two beds. "You two can have the beds." He said, idly walking around. He put the cards on the countertop and turned on his heels. |
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"What? No. Ill sleep out here. You two have way more bumps and bruises than me. You could use it." She gestured Ethans bruised back, which was slowly becoming more pigmented. She walked toward a softer looking chair and plopped down. |
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"No." Ethan narrowed his eyes at her, a harsh glare and expression on his face, his voice quickly becoming close to that. "I can and will pick you up and put you on the bed if you dont do it yourself." |
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Keith made a fake gagging noise and sprinted into the bedroom. K "YOU GUYS SUCK." He dove into a bed. "I will stradle this chair like a cat on catnip if you try. I will scratch you like one too." She glared right back, lifting her chin and copying him. "This little princess will be perfectly fine sleeping on the couch for one night." |
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