luca.

[enfangs]

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[enfangs]

[he scowls, though it's not directed at luca, per se.]

Yeah, 'cause I keep getting covered in slime around here.

[notaccurate]

Ah.

[Well. Time to step in and grab the soap again.]

What happened this time?

[enfangs]

Tried to break down the door after we got locked in. It spat slime at me.

[notaccurate]

How unlucky for you. Hopefully this doesn't stain anything.

[He's prepping the washing machine for White rn.]

[enfangs]

[luca is the best. glad white still doesn't have to do his own chores.]

It better not... Then again, the slime was, like, fucking alive or something, so who knows?

[notaccurate]

Well, technically most slime is alive, but I suspect you mean something else here.

[enfangs]

What kind of weirdass slime do you deal with? Anyway, it moved on its own and made noises? I'm pretty sure it had feelings or something.

[notaccurate]

Slime is technically a form of mold-

[He stops, because he doesn't think his science lesson will be well-received. So he just sighs and changes tactics.]

What did you do to it, exactly?

[enfangs]

[luca you nerd]

Cut it down. It spat normal slime at me... or as normal as slime gets, I guess. Tried it again and that's when it got weird.

[notaccurate]

Were you able to cut it down? Or did it just slide away?

[enfangs]

Nah, we stayed locked inside. And then the slime ended up sticking me and Grace together so that we could fuckin' bond or whatever.

[who knows what the slime's intention was but it was very inconvenient?]

[notaccurate]

[Oh lordy

he's chuckling at that.]

Well. Did it work?

[enfangs]

No, and now I owe Grace for being the only one who at least tried to get the slime off me.

[notaccurate]

Grace will have to wash more laundry soon.

[Put ur clothes in the washer, White.]

[enfangs]

She didn't get covered in the stuff like me, at least.

[he will! thanks, luca.]

[notaccurate]

So you protected her from the slime?

[enfangs]

No, the slime just really fuckin' hated me.

[notaccurate]

Huh. I wonder why that is.

[enfangs]

... Well, she wasn't the one who actually tried to commit property destruction, so that's. Probably why.

[notaccurate]

Maybe next time don't try to kick down a door.

[enfangs]

[he did not, uh, kick it down. well, not repeatedly.]

What! I was trying to get us out of there!

[notaccurate]

Did it not occur to you to just wait a bit and see what happened?

[enfangs]

Like what?

[notaccurate]

Like the door unlocking on its own?

Or just going to sleep, I passed out eventually.

[enfangs]

Yeah, that was weird, considering I'd, like, downed an energy drink.