• Let's Play Office!
    Just a cute little random thing that I based off this...um, game we played at 3 in the morning.
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    "Richter," Emil sighed, sitting next to him. "I'm bored..." The half elf didn't say anything for a moment. "Why don't we play a game?" the redhead inquired. "I-I.....I can't think of anything, though..." the blonde said cutely. Aster walked in the room. "Yeah, I bored too!" he said. Richter blinked. "When did you get in here? ...And plus, I thought you died..."

    Aster just smiled at him. "Oh, no, EMIL brought me BACK TO LIFE." he sounded oddly freaky. "ANYWAY," the half elf coughed. "Do you have any suggestions, Easter?"
    "In fact I do not, Ravioli. Since Oatmeal doesn't have any idea WHATSOEVER, you'll have to give me a second."
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    Five seconds later...
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    "SHAREEFA!!!!!!!!!"

    "Y-you have an idea?" Emil asked. The voice startled him. "Yes, yes I do!" he laughed evilly. "Let's play office!" "...Are you serious?" Richter muttered. "No, I DO NOT mean one of the boring offices where everyone is boring and does there work and stays clean, and stuff, I mean like the reality show that are all...in the office." Easter exclaimed. "...In...the...office? Reality show?" the timid boy was confused. "I CALL HEAD OF THE OFFICE!!! And...um....here, let's pick straws to see who gets to be the secretary," he said.

    It was indeed Emil who was chosen. So Richter was just the office person.....But there's a catch. An extremely weird catch.... That maybe Aster doesn't even know about.

    oOoOoOoOoOo

    "Hope to see you at work tomorrow, Richter." Aster said. ((They are using their imaginations cuz now it actually looks like they are in an office...)) He didn't look up from the paper he was working on. The redhead walked into the hallway, and ever so quietly, walked back into his office. "Mmm, hello, Emil," Richter chuckled. "...Did you just get off of work?" the blonde asked. (He's trying his hardest to get in to character. Maybe he likes Role Playing razz )

    "Yes..."

    "Well, good, I was getting tired of waiting."

    Oatmeal wrapped his arms around Richter neck and kissed him softly on the lips. "Pause," Richter, said, backing away and blushing. "...Are you wearing lip gloss?" Emil looked him in the eye. "No..." he muttered. "Well, it smells like blue raspberry in here," Ravioli whispered, resuming the kiss. The "secretary" felt his face grow hot. "But...don't you...have a boyfriend already?" Emil panted. "...It doesn't matter, right now." Richter threw the blonde down on the bench.

    "Ack.....ah...w-what???" Emil moaned. "Just play along," Richter said.

    Upstairs Aster heard strange noises from his office. "I wonder, did my hunny leave yet? Hope he's okay...Maybe I'll go check..." Aster got up from his desk and crept down the hallway. The noises got louder as he approached Richter's office. "I guess...I'll check..." he slowly turned the door knob. Easter pushed open the door and screamed. He squealed, squalled, shrieked, shouted, yelled!

    Richter got off Emil really quick and stood up, blushing. "You...you didn't see anything..." Richter said, guiltily. "I...I thought you loved me!" Aster cried. "I-I do! I'm sorry, it won't happen again..." Richter's lines sounded oddly like Emil. Outraged, Aster smacked Richter across the face. "Oww!" Richter groaned. Aster knocked over the half elf's desk and ran out the door.

    "He's a FREAK!" Richter exclaimed, sitting on the bench. Emil was frozen, his mouth hanging open in shock. Then they shrugged and started to make out again. "Now then..." Ravioli chuckled. "Where was I..."

    oOoOoOoOoOo

    Aster ran out and got into his car. His hand got smashed in the door. "Owww...." he said, sucking up the pain. Driving, he crashed into a pole. "...I forgot my bag!" Aster cried. He backed up and started back in the office. He came back in Richter's room, smacked everyone, and. Ravioli and Oatmeal ended up having a concussion. It looked slightly wrong - it kind of looked like Ravioli had fallen asleep on Oatmeal.

    Easter sped up the stairs and grabbed his bag. Then, AGAIN, he went back into the office and grabbed Emil's bag. "This is that guy's bag thing," he said, rummaging through it. "No money?! ...Damn.." he muttered, throwing the blue bag on the floor. He rushed up to the balcony. "This is it," Aster took a deep breath. "I'm going to commit suicide..." His blonde hair was slowly billowing in the wind, and in that fall night, as he jumped off the office balcony.

    A paramedic (Marta)came up and examined the body. She felt for a heart beat. "There's no pulse," Marta muttered. "Ambulance, get rid of the body," she sighed. The men came out of the vehicle and took Aster.
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    "Hey, you guys, wasn't that awesome?" Aster giggled. The office background faded away, and again, they were in Richter's house. Richter and Emil were laying on the couch, in a concussion, and the coffee table had fallen over on the ground. "Hehehe, oops..." he laughed guiltily.

    AND THAT IS A SHORT STORY OF WHAT WE DID LAST NIGHT/ THIS MORNING~ October 4