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[kepthishead]

[because camp loves homoerotic action, we have one (1) Elliot Nightlay yelling at one (1) Oz Vessalius outside the Gingerbread cabin.]

You can't be serious! How is that meant to be a door?! It's made of sugar! This must be some kind of ridiculous joke. And who replaced the door, anyway

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[servicewitha]

[is pretty tempted to lick it]

[oztensibly]

Don't even think about it, Fuuma.

[servicewitha]

But it looks so tasty.

[oztensibly]

That's my door you're eyeing.

[servicewitha]

I know.

[oztensibly]

No means no.

[kepthishead]

What are you doing?