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Post by Ray on May 7, 2006 20:04:10 GMT -5
Ray whistled as he and Sam went into the ktichen. Ray headed straight for the fridge, throwing the doors open. he inspected the contents, frowning to see that Ororo's leftovers were no where in sight. Straightening up and crossing his arms, Ray's frowned deepened as he thought.
"Dude, someone beat us!" he said dejectedly, looking at Sam.
Then, his face fell slack as an Idea hit him. he looked back in the fridge, gnawing on a thumbnail as he thought.
"Wanna make tots?" Ray quipped innocently.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 7, 2006 20:08:28 GMT -5
Sam followed Ray into the kitchen and plopped himself down at the table as Ray annouce there were no leftovers left. "Awe, man." He said and laid his head down on the table. He was slightly tired.
"Sure." He said and shurgged. He lifted his head off of the table. "But if ah burn the house down." He joked and looked over at Ray. "Ah blame yah."
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Post by Ray on May 7, 2006 20:37:40 GMT -5
Ray looked at him dejectedly; "Why I gotta be the scapegoat?" he asked as he got the tater-tots out of the freezer. He Got an oven tray from a cabinet, and set it on the counter. Ripping the bag open, he dumped a good portion of its contents onto the tray. Spreading them out, he stuck the tray in the oven, setting the time.
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Post by Tabby on May 9, 2006 0:09:59 GMT -5
((OOC: Still open?))
Tabby entered the kitchen, her cd player at full blast, and walked over to the fridge. She was rumaging through it for a few minutes till she found what she was looking for.
With apple in hand, she semi-danced over to the table and sat down, eyes shut as her head bopped along to the music. Tabitha took a bite of her apple and tapped her foot on the ground, all the while not noticing the two boys.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 9, 2006 10:50:18 GMT -5
"Why not?" Sam joked and then turned his attention to Tabitha. She danced around then kitchen and sat down at the table. He glanced over at Ray then crossed his arms on the table. Sam didn't know Tabitha that well, So he didn't have any reason to say Hi and interupt her music.
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Post by Ray on May 10, 2006 15:13:51 GMT -5
Ray watched Tabby coming in, about to speak, but clammed up when he saw she wouldn't be hearing him even if he had. So he looked at Sam instead, fake-frowning.
"I'm always the scapegoat," he grumbled; "if lance hadn't been hear, I bet y'all woulda blamed the joyriding on me."
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 12, 2006 9:23:46 GMT -5
"Yeh." Sam agreeded and nodded his head. "But, lucky fer yah. He was heah." He said and grinned at Ray. "An' ah wasn' blamin' Lance fer anythin' it was all Scott." He said and gave Him an innocent smile.
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Post by Tabby on May 14, 2006 1:10:19 GMT -5
Tabby finished her apple, stood up, and walked over to the trash. After tossing away what was left, she turned back around and stopped.
Grinning sheepishly, she turned her music down and removed her headphones. "Hey guys!." She said, looking between the two. "How long have you been in here?"
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 18, 2006 15:43:24 GMT -5
"Not long." Sam joked quietly and looked down at the table. He was hoping she wouldn't say anything.
He quieted down, and waited for Ray to say something to her. He had heard that Ray and Tabby hung out a lot, So he figured if he stayed quiet then they'd start talking, and nothing bad would happen, Like Sam suttering, or tripping, or possibly knocking the table over.
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Post by Ray on May 18, 2006 15:51:38 GMT -5
"Good job, Tabs," Ray said, chuckling as he moved to lean against a counter.
"We've been in here at least long enough to know you shamelessly dance around the mansion. Watcha listenin' to, anyway?"
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Post by Tabby on May 18, 2006 16:09:23 GMT -5
"Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it!" Tabby said laughing, walking back over to the table and sitting down beside Sam.
"Hey cutie." She said, winking at him before turning back to Ray. "Fall Out Boy, I think." She shrugged, leaning back in her chair."So, what're you guys up to?"
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 18, 2006 16:23:11 GMT -5
Sam turned a light shade of red at what Tabitha said, but kept his eyes on the table. Once she said fall out boy, He glanced over at her out of the corner of his eye with an expression as if she had three heads, but said nothing and looked back down at the table. He had heard a lot of people listening to fall out boy a lot, and he didn't see why. They sounded exactly like a lot of other bands, and sung basically the same stuff.
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Post by Ray on May 18, 2006 16:34:21 GMT -5
Ray laughed as Sam blushed; "Fall out boy?" he asked Tabs with a raised eyebrow; "Conformist."
"We were just makin' tots, weren't we Sam?"
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 18, 2006 16:39:55 GMT -5
"Yeh." Sam said and nodded. He looked over at Ray then to the oven. "Do yah think theah dohne?" He asked and began to drum his fingers on the table. Sam wasn't really that hungry, but he was just looking for something to say.
"Maybeh yur burnin' them." He added and continued to watch the oven.
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Post by Ray on May 18, 2006 16:43:56 GMT -5
Ray shrugged; "Bag said fifteen minutes..." he mumbled, heading over to the oven. He peered inside, then opened it up a little. After seeing them, he opened up the door, and then got an oven mit.
"They're good!" he said as he pulled them out, hissing as his arm hit the pan. he set it down and inspected his wounds. He was getting hurt a lot. Frowning, he touched the red line gingerly, then, shrugged it off. He could deal.
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