Mar. 15th, 2009
|You Are a Carrot Cake Cupcake|
You are drawn to a cross section of people. You friends play different roles in your life.
You are like a cupcake because you are are deceptively simple. There's actually a lot to you!
There are many ingredients in your life, and you only want them in proper amounts. Being you is a delicate art.
Ed: Yeah that’s right.
Roy: So how do we fix that?
Ed: I don’t know. I don’t want people to get to my photobucket account
Ed: what if we load to LJ and break the link?
Roy: can a file that large be loaded to LJ?
Ed: I don’t know. You wanna try?
Roy: With what? We don’t have a large file like that.
Roy: …*taps his lip with his finger*…
Ed: I doubt that link Krunk put in Chat is still there.
Roy: no probably not
Roy: …*flips his bottom lip over and over with his finger*…
Ed: *slowly looks over and looks at Roy like he’s crazy*
Roy: …*continues flipping his bottom lip, not noticing Ed staring at him*
Ed: *backs away slowly*
Roy: *notices the movement and looks over*
Ed: *freezes like a deer caught in headlights*
Roy: *raises one eyebrow at him*
Ed: *makes a run for it*
Roy: *walks up* It’s not that bad.
Ed: I think this is going to break my brain. *whining*
Roy: Don’t be such a whiner.
Ed: *swings his head up and glares* I NOT a whiner.
Roy: *raises one eyebrow*
Ed: I’m NOT! *growling*
Roy: *smirks* If you say so
Ed: *jumps up and takes a swing at Roy’s face*
Roy: *neatly takes a step back and shrugs* I am not the one making you a whiner, Ed.
Ed: *eyes flash with fire* YOU BASTARD!!! * and swings again, this time grazing Roy’s chin*
Roy: *touches his fingers to his chin and frowns at Ed* …I’m going to bed.
Ed: WHAT!?! *shocked there will be no fight*
Roy: *shrug* I’m tired
Ed: *mouth gapes and arms hang limply at his side* That’s no excuse!
Roy: *raises his eyebrow before turning to leave, speaking over his shoulder* You gonna join me?
Ed: *still in shock for a moment, remains still, before a contemplative look crosses his face and turns into a wicked grin* Yeah *and follows after Roy, dropping clothing in his wake*