>>I honestly don't know what the title is just go with it.<<

*laying face first on the couch, whining* I'm boooorrrrreeeedddd. Hate's still gone! And she hasn't called me! And it's just taking so looonnnggg! And I miiissss her. *sighs heavily* I have no one to torment. *:c*

Tim: *rolls eyes* Go outside. Play in the woods. Look at trees. Eat some grass. I don't care. Just go away. *he's leaning against the kitchen table, watching my suffering with a bit of amusement*

Been there. Done that. Besides I can't leave the hooouuusseeee cause Hate might caaaaallllllll and I need to be there for that. *>:p*

Tim: Why are you so obsessed with that? Like honestly, it's weird. What is going on?

*ears slowly go down and she snuggles deeper into to the couch cushions* ...Nothing.. Its none of your business. *makes a little hmph noise*

Tim: Uh, ya. It kinda is. *he walks over to the couch and leans against it* I mean if your going to talk about it all the time then at least tell me-

Sam: *runs out* TIM THERES A MOUSE IN OUR CLOSET I THINK I OUTTED IT ON PURPOSE! PLEASE HELP?

Tim: *looks up and squints at him* Did you just make a gay joke-

Sam: COME. HERE. ITS EATING OUR SNACKS!!

Tim: *fucking half slips and takes off towards their room* Don't tOUCH MY CASHEWS- *theres a loud crash and lots of yelling*

... *sees her chance to escape* ...K.. I'm just gonna.. Go. Somewhere. Anywhere but here. I'll uh... I'll be back I guess. *theres just more yelling, a really loud feminine scream, and more banging* *she stays quiet and teleports away*

Tim: *covered in crumbs and clothes* *theres a loud scratch on his cheek but he looks... relatively fine* I think.. *wheeze* I.. killed it... *lays down on the floor*

Sam: *sighs in relief* Thank you.. *his eyes widen as the mouse jumps onto Tim's back* oh mY GOD- *theres more screaming, and then silence*