2nd Inning

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HELLOOOO SINGLE LADIES OF MAYFIELD! This is Scout here, an' it seems that due to powers beyond my control I may be stuck in this freaksburg for a li'l longer than I wanted. But it just so happens that yours truly has plenty of candy for all of you beautiful girls out there. And don't worry, there's plenty 'a me to go around too! We may be stuck in this weirdo town but that don't mean we can't have a LITTLE bit 'a fun, am I right? So make sure you stop over at 1451 Mitchell Road an' introduce yaself, OK? I'll be waitin' for ya!

_{An' here I was worried things were gonna get all crazy today.... Lessee... looks like I got plenty 'a chocolate and... ooh those li'l heart thingies. The best ones 'a these are always the blue ones...}[crunchcrunch! The phone hangs up after that.]

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[He looks pleased!] Good! I'm glad. Do ya want anything else? Dinner maybe? What dontchya come in for dinner? [At this point he grabs you by the arm and is attempting to pull you inside. Oh god.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Uh, no. I think I'll be fine.

*Pyro's resisting, but not very hard; he's more bewildered than anything at the moment*

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No, really. I insist. [pulls harder]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Wow, that kid is strong. Pyro gives in, against his better judgement.*

So...what's for dinner?

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[Scout doesn't let go of Pyro's arm, but he does stop for a second to think] That's... a good question. I have no idea what's even in this house ta eat. Well whattaya like? If we don't have it, maybe we can order out! Does this town even have take-out joints?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I like...uh, food? Preferably something that won't kill me.

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[Scout will lead him inside and sit him at the kitchen table. He'll go about trying to make dinner and try to make it seem like he's not completely clueless when it comes to cooking. On the kitchen table lays the rest of the chocolates and candy hearts. The Try Mes and Tru Luvs are distinctly missing.]

[digging through pantry]So uh... I think I can make... pasta? How does that sound? [Looks hopeful]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Pasta sounds fine, kid.

*Pyro looks dubiously at the candy hearts. He's not about to eat one*

How many of those damn things did you eat?

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Huh? Oh, mostly just the blue ones, an' a couple of the pink ones. They're not too bad actually, have one!

[He picks up a white one (http://i430.photobucket.com/albums/qq29/dominiongun/hearts/blankheart.jpg) and pops it his mouth.] Uck, I take that back, this one tastes like...

[He stops looking confused, which quickly melts into anger] What. The. Fuck.

[He heard something might be up with the candies but didn't believe it. NOW he knows what they were making him feel. He's not only pissed but pretty embarrassed.] You should probably leave. [said very flatly and carefully, keeping anger in check. URGE TO KILL, RISING]

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*Welp, that's his clue! Pyro stands up, looking like he's about to burst out laughing*

I'm leaving. Don't kill me for your stupidity, kid.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

What?! Did you know this stuff was... fucked up?!

[OK, the time for the candy to go in the trash... actually make that out the window. Damn but is he embarrassed.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

No, not exactly, but I don't usually eat things that just appear because of shit like that.

*And he's going for the door. Watching Scout squirm is so entertaining!*

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but I though Ai-- I mean they were just candies-- And I almost -- And I was thinkin' about-- AAAUGH I HATE THIS TOWN!! [More candy is thrown out the window]

[OH SO MUCH SQUIRMING. This will continue as you leave but not before a few candy hearts are thrown at you.]

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You'll learn to hate it way more!

*Pyro can't help it and bursts out laughing as he runs out the door*