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Post by Amara Aquilla on May 25, 2006 17:50:12 GMT -5
Amara walked into the kitchen looking for Sam. If Sam wasn't there she could at least grab a snack or what not.
So far, no Sam. She shrugged and walking over to the freezer and opened it up and grabbing a tub of ice cream. She then walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a bowl, some gummy worms and an ice cream scooper.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on May 25, 2006 17:52:10 GMT -5
"Oooo, you read my mind," Roberto said walking over to the cabinet to grab some chocolate sauce and sprinkles. He started to line up the things he had collected buffet style on the table.
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Post by Amara Aquilla on May 25, 2006 17:55:58 GMT -5
She put more than a few scoops of ice cream into her bowl and dropped gummy worms all over it. Then she grabbed the chocolate sauce the Roberto had set on the table and poured a large amount onto her ice cream. Then the whipped cream and then sprinkles. Pretty soon she had a mountain topped with a cherry.
She stepped back to admire her work and rubbed her chin thought fully while grinning.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on May 28, 2006 20:54:06 GMT -5
"Psshh, amateur," Roberto scoffed, grabbing his own bowl, one that was a lot bigger than Amara's.
He piled at least half the carton of ice cream into the bowl and on top he put chocolate sauce, sprinkles galore, gummy worms, whipped cream, more sprinkles, gummi bears, more ice cream, and finally more sprinkles.
"Now that is a sundae," Roberto said as he took a seat at the table.
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Post by Amara Aquilla on Jun 8, 2006 9:44:43 GMT -5
Amara's jaw dropped and she blinked. "That...." she began and then got a small smirk on her face, "Was the last fo the ice cream!" she said with a giggle and spraying whipped cream in his hair. She then picked up a cherry and placed it on his head with a small giggle.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 8, 2006 10:11:28 GMT -5
Roberto gasped in shock when Amara sprayed the whipped cream on his head. He grabbed chocolate sauce, aimed at her and fired.
"Like you don't have enough ice cream already," he teased, throwing sprinkles at her as well.
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Post by Amara Aquilla on Jun 8, 2006 10:13:51 GMT -5
Amara gasped sarcatically and grabbed the marshmallows and threw them at him like they were amo. "Take that Marshmallow man!" she said with a small laugh. Who knew ice cream could turn into such an event...
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 8, 2006 10:21:15 GMT -5
"Grrr," Roberto growled playfully, as he brushed the marshmallows of the front of his shirt. He grabbed a handful of gummy worms and threw them at her. This would be hard to explain if anyone was to walk in on the scene that was unfolding in the kitchen.
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Post by Amara Aquilla on Jun 17, 2006 20:03:58 GMT -5
Amara began to do matix style moves and began to catch the gummy worms in her mouth. However some of them still managed to hit her and bounce off. Falling to one knee she grabbed her chest, then she plopped onto the floor and pretended to play dead.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 17, 2006 20:08:46 GMT -5
((this open? If not I'll delete))
Scott sauntered into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. What greeted him was a food fight. "What's going on in here," he exclaimed. He looked around at the chocolate sauce and toppings littering the ground and splashed over the table. Two bowls of untouched icecream sat on the counter.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 17, 2006 20:10:22 GMT -5
Roberto towered over her with his hands on his hips.
"I do believe I have won the war, miss," he said, in an unusually gentleman-like tone. He offered her his hand so that he could help her off the floor.
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Post by Amara Aquilla on Jun 17, 2006 20:16:01 GMT -5
((It's alright with me if it's okey with Roberto. It's up to him.))
Magma made a mock face and grabbed his hand then stood up. "You've one this one..." she said in an evil tone, "But I will have revenge!" She straightened up and pulled her bowl of ice cream towards her. "Hey, Scott. We made ice cream!"
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 17, 2006 20:18:28 GMT -5
"Hey Scott," Roberto said casually, as if they had done absolutely nothing wrong.
"You want?" he asked politely, offering Scott the towering bowl of ice cream he had prepared for himself.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 17, 2006 20:22:41 GMT -5
Scott looked at the towery bowl of ice cream Roberto offered up as though some tribute to the dairy gods. "No, thanks, I'll pass." He slowly made his way to the cupboard to grab a glass, careful to avoid any chocolate sauce on the ground. Then he went through the landmined area to the refrigerator and opened the freezer door to grab some ice, "You guys are going to clean this up right," he asked, head still in the freezer, the cold air unbelievably refreshing.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 17, 2006 20:25:16 GMT -5
Roberto pretended like he didn't hear Scott's question, and lowered his head over his bowl of ice cream. He scooped a large spoonful of sugary goodness into his mouth, and smiled contently. God was smiling down on Earth the day ice cream had been invented, that was for sure.
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