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[leylined]

I feel like Batman.

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[fucking_kavinsky]

I can make you a list of all the shit I need you to get done. My homework, for one. Learning Latin is taking up a whole hell of a lot of time and I don't.. [he opens the beer and it sprays all over him] You fucking dick! [He gapes] You did that on purpose!

[leylined]

I have no clue what you're talking about. [He's in position to get ready to run, though.]

[fucking_kavinsky]

Oh, you're in deep shit now. [First thing Kavinsky does is turn the can on Adam, flinging beer out at him, then he's grabbing at him so he can get the rest down Adam's shirt]

[leylined]

Ah, you shit! [He's shaking the soda can now and cracking it open in Kavinsky's face.]

[fucking_kavinsky]

Fuck! Gross! [He coughs and laughs,trying to jam the can down Adam's shirt]

[leylined]

[Adam has a different tactic, just spraying him anywhere he can see an opening.]

[fucking_kavinsky]

[He's trying to block the sprays while taking Adam down, and he just gets sprayed a lot more in the face like that] I'm gonna... [cough cough] Get my bird to attack you, fuck face. In the middle of the night, or when you're taking a piss!

[leylined]

Not gonna happen! [He splutters and just squeezes the rest over Kavinsky's head while trying to get the beer out of his shirt.] I feed it some of my food. Blowtorch loves me.

[Which he doesn't know for sure, but all's fair.]

[fucking_kavinsky]

[The fucking hair, Adam. Not the fucking hair] I'm gonna get you back two fold.

Wait... you do not feed Blowtorch! He doesn't like you at all! He knows who my friends and foes are. [He headbutts Adam to get all the shit off of his hair]

[leylined]

[He yelps and shoves Kavinsky back, finally fishing the can out and trying to get what little's left of it all over the other boy.] He especially likes ham and catching bugs downstairs. You sure it isn't a traitor?

[fucking_kavinsky]

He sure as fuck isn't a traitor and he's only eating your ham so I can blame you when he turns into a carnivorous bird and eats all the rest of you. [He empties out the rest of his beer on Adam, too] You smell like a drunk!

[leylined]

I can honestly say that the soda smell's actually an immprovement on you, though.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Look who's talking, grease stain.

[leylined]

A lot of people like the smell of a body shop. Not seeing a downside here.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Fuck you. [He does like that smell, but he's not about to admit it. Instead, he takes his shirt off and tosses it on Adam's head, then heads for fridge to get another beer] I smell better than all of you bitches!

[leylined]

[Adam just snorts and snaps his fingers in the air mockingly, tossing Kavinsky's shirt and stripping out of his as well. He follows Kavinsky to get another soda.] What scale are we using?

[fucking_kavinsky]

[He throws a soda at Adam's head. He isn't sure if Adam will catch it or not, but hey, whatever. Then he goes to dunk his head in the sink and get the sticky out, at least] The scale goes from worst to best, so... Parrish to Kavinsky. Obviously.

[leylined]

[He does manage to catch it and checks Kavinsky's shoulder while he taps the top of the can a few times before opening it. Not a single drop comes bursting out.]

This system is flawed and heavily biased. We can't use that as a metric.

[fucking_kavinsky]

[Kavinsky kicks out behind himself and catches Adam's leg, then flips his hair back, getting Adam wet as he straightens himself out] Of course we can. It's not biased. The world knows I'm better than you are.

[leylined]

[He trips a bit but doesn't fall. Some of the soda does spill out onto the counter, though and he grimaces when he's hit with water.] I highly doubt that.

[fucking_kavinsky]

[And then he shakes his hair out like a wet dog, also on Adam, before grabbing a beer] So what's the Adam Parrish scale of awesome, then?

[leylined]

[He thinks for a moment. Then...] The lowest point would be Greenmantle. I don't think I've gotten a qualifier to the upper limits, yet.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Who the fuck's Greenmantle? One of those douchebag fucks like Mr. Boring? Do they all have idiot names?

[leylined]

Really? I mean, yeah, Greenmantle hired Mr. Gray in the first place, but he was our Latin professor this year also, before he quit. You don't remember him? [And he and Ronan were the reason he did quit, but that's a secret between himself, Ronan, and the Gray Man.]

[fucking_kavinsky]

Man, I don't pay attention to that shit. I didn't even go to Latin class until I had to learn it for the trees. How fucking stupid does that sound.