41st Post-It

[reaping_havoc]

Hey, Daisy, do we have any pop-tarts le-...left....

....You've got to be fucking kidding me.

What the fuck.

What the fuck.

MASON. ARION.

This isn't funny.

Comments

[reaping_havoc]

Arion-...Fuck! Would you-....

Fuck. I can't even...what?!

[reaping_havoc]

No shit.

I don't know! What am I supposed to do? Where's Mason?

[daisydid]

Mason, stop playing the fool and help me. I seem to have woken in the body of a teenage girl.

[reaping_havoc]

I'm not Mason, and-...

Fuck, Kurama?

[daisydid]

I realise that moisturiser has many youthful properties, but this is not what I looked like in my teens. Why I look like... I look like someone Georgia might befriend.

[reaping_havoc]

...Oh, fuck.

Hi, Daisy. I'm not Mason. I'm George. Fuck, how did this happen?

[trepanned]

Um...me? What the fuck is going on?

[reaping_havoc]

....Mason?

[trepanned]

GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING BODY! This has to be one of the worst fucking trips I've ever had.

[reaping_havoc]

Wha-I DIDN'T DO A GODDAMN THING.

[theenviousone]

You think that that isn't funny? What about this!

[reaping_havoc]

....Envy?

[theenviousone]

Yes. Envy.

Damn it.

[reaping_havoc]

Well....

Shit.

Who are you?

[tehpuck]

I... may never stop laughing. This is looking to be my favorite curse so far.

[reaping_havoc]

Shut the fuck up, Niko.

[tehpuck]

Not Niko, George.

[reaping_havoc]

...Robin.