[netbook] birthdays!

[justacityboy]

[Urbain needs some whimsy while he's working in the kitchen as full-time crashout staff (aka: making everyone meals and ignoring his own mental health as usual). And Genya just had a birthday, and Luca also had his, so hmmm...]

When is everyone's birthdays? I'll put them in my phone calendar and pray it works when the time comes lol

Luca is exempt from answering because he didn't like it last time I asked but the REST OF YOU are not bc I need something to do and an excuse to make more cakes and pastries and stuff






also why don't we have an air fryer this place sucks ngl

Comments

[namuthing]

what a fuckin' dumbass am i right?

[bluebasketballed]

you are on the thinnest fucking ice to ever freeze over you putrid little shit

[namuthing]

i know you are but what am i?

[bluebasketballed]

seriusly? that line was old even in 1750

[namuthing]

fuck off.

[bluebasketballed]

you started it, pokeing yure nose into my bisness <:}

[namuthing]

you made it everyone's business by cluttering up the notebooks, idiot.

[bluebasketballed]

im just as allowed to rite shit in here as anywon else is, punk

[namuthing]

sure.
but it's public.
so it's everyone's business, dipshit.

[bluebasketballed]

if i started stalking you every time YOU rote in here, yude cry to the hashira abowt how fuckt up and evil i am

[namuthing]

you said it, not me.

[bluebasketballed]

yure a shithed and a creep! you knoe that? <:}

[namuthing]

this is the netbook not your journal. stop looking in the mirror, idiot.

[bluebasketballed]

its a netbook, not a mirror???

[namuthing]

you're so stupid it's fucking painful

[bluebasketballed]

[draws an arrow to genya's "i know you are but what am i" and circles it like five times]

[namuthing]

[AGGRESSIVELY SCRIBBLES IT ALL OUT. FUCK YOU.]