w7 not-curfew: everyone confess your crushes to ylfa.

[rewriter]

[we are depressed. we are in ikea. we are depressed in ikea.]

Comments

[westedge]

[ from wherever the fuck: ]

Your. What theory?

[camena]

Soup theory. [ this explains nothing. ]

[westedge]

Don't just repeat it.

[camena]

[ her work here is done ]

[silicone]

My very big-brain theory about how soup and kisses are actually equivalently good for your health.

[westedge]

This just sounds like a lot of words and not a lot of scientific data, Eiden.

[silicone]

I have a significant amount field data! Like years of it.

[westedge]

And while I can believe it, why does it feel like the data may be skewed a certain direction to make that theory work...?

[silicone]

I have no idea what you mean. Are you accusing me of fudging the numbers?

[westedge]

Hey, you said it, not me. I was insinuating nothing.

[ashmark]

I'll give him a doctor's endorsement.

[camena]

[ yeah!!! ] And I trust her with my life.

[ashmark]

Yeah, listen to Alex. She has good sense.

[silicone]

[ wehehehehehe he winks at her ]

[ohthehumanities]

He really doesn't need enablers.

[ashmark]

He is my imperial brother. I am obligated.

[teenrebellion]

Thank you!

[westedge]

Why do both of you know about this soup theory?

[teenrebellion]

Because he wouldn't shut up about it yesterday.

[camena]

It's a natural conclusion anyone would come to.

[roseoftexas]

….

Do they sell soup here?

[ this is nothing to do with kisses or soup theory ]

[ashmark]

Well, you could probably get some kisses if you asked the right people.

[roseoftexas]

No, I mean. Do they sell soup here? It’d been ages since I went to the Ikea.

[ashmark]

There's froyo?

[ she has no idea if there is soup she's deep in this stupid soup theory sauce ]

[silicone]

Facts, I'm right here.