Oh, yep. Okay. XD Omw! This is usually when people get freaked out and think I'm weird enough to subtly run from. You still have time to back out of the convo…. Idk, but now you end up having to carry the chair back up, so maybe you've learned your lesson?
Naw, I think I'll stick around and see if you guess anything else uncannily correct. *glances at chair* There's not a lot left to carry back up.
The first time anyone has ever said that. XD But I'll do my best…. Your CONsequences are piling up on you, now you have to spend money to get a new one and carry that one up.
Great new parts Con! I was reading them and my matchmaking sense (which is very perceptive) began tingling, poor Alex, he doesn't stand a chance. XD They were all very good, keep it up!
ThanCON ya. Oh, you have yet to see...I have plans. Plan too, this is gonna be a long one.
I was in the middle of coding a triple spin kick combo when Mateo walked into the warehouse that afternoon…with Celeste in tow. I slammed the laptop lid closed, and folded my arms. “What is she doing here?”
“I wanted to see how you were doing.” She shrugged.
“How did she find out about this?” I glared at Mateo, talking around her.
“Uh…” Mateo clearly had anticipated this argument, and come up with no way to clear himself of blame, but he was hoping to come up with something spur of the moment. He didn’t, unfortunately for him.
“So, how’s the leg?” Celeste said, trying to break through and get to me.
“Hairy.” I said, and turned back to Mateo, switching to pidgin Japanese. “You traitor.”
He replied in English. “Man, she was worried about you!”
“Grow a backbone, you amoeba.” I snarled.
“Hey, you try saying no to her!” He protested.
I turned to her. “Get lost.” I turned back to him. “There. Did it.”
She sat sulkily down on the couch. “You’re not even the teeniest bit happy to see me?”
“Not in least, in fact, my day has been ruined.” I turned back to Mateo. “I forthwith banish you from the domains of this place.”
“Hey, I own half of it!” He shot back.
“I own the office. Out. You can camp out there as long as you want.” I pointed to the door.
“So this is why you were asking about those ownership laws in school…” Celeste glanced around.
I gave Mateo a glare that would’ve withered a potted plant, but he remained healthy. He merely shrugged.
“What’s so special about this dump?”
“That it’s mine.” I said. “And his, though I’m going to see about kicking his name off the deed.”
Mateo threw a coaster at me, which I easily ducked. “Imagine this whole place cleaned out, some lines painted, and presto…” He waited for her to catch on.
She didn’t.
He sighed. “Indoor soccer field.”
Her eyes widened. “Ooh.”
I just shook my head. At least we likely had another helping hand now. I pulled myself up, slid my laptop into the couch cushions, and stalked into the main area. I felt like throwing stuff, and this was the only way to do that without looking like a misbehaving five year-old.
That is a wonderful observation. XD Hard ones to top, but they did it! 
But Sweetcrazy and Abbie. ',
