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Finneas stared at Minjae and then he stared at Bernadette. Hardly any blinking. He stared at them, while they stared at each other. On fire. His jukebox was on fire. He was on fire. The lingo was on fire. Hogwarts was straight fire. Someone call the fire department because this place was LIT!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s right. Schmoe knew. Schmoe knew it alllllllllll.
He looked down at Bernadette with his beady eyes. His noodley arm was still in the air by the way. He really had no idea what she was going on about, but he continued to smile (a little too much tbh). He had just proven how cool he was, so he knew he had to continue keeping up lest he disappoint. His arm couldn’t stand to be raised for much longer, however, so that had to come down and join his other arm in danglingly next to his lifeless body. That was probably the hardest workout he had done all year.
AnYwAy! What was that about …. smoke? He was not… familiar with that one. This extended metaphor was, perhaps, a little too far extended. It was properly out of reach now and despite Finneas’ mega-long arms, he could not grasp it. And so he looked up, over Minjae’s head and into the room as if looking at the jukebox may give him inspiration as to what he could possibly say next. Gotta keep relating to the youth of—”HOLY MOTHER OF MARK ZUCKERBERG, THAT JUKEBOX IS ON FIRE!”
WHY DIDN'T ANYONE SAY ANYTHING????????
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Lemon!
Last edited by ArianaBlack; 01-17-2020 at 05:03 AM.
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