Melody pulled up to Olive Garden like a warden with her mob of mentally ill children. The waiters were scared, and all simultaneously decided to send their Rookie to feed their table.
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"What do you guys want?" Melody asked, sitting down and placing her purse on the floor. The flapping of menus were the only response.
Who tf looks at the menu? I look that shit up in the car so i have an answer ready and to practice my lines 🙄
"I want...breadsticks." Kurapika announced,
"Don't you want anything else?"
"No, just breadsticks."
"Kurapika at least get like a chicken or something..."
God, she prayed, that they did not think she meant buy a literal chicken.
The waiter inched their way to the table, eyeing the group in horror. She pulled out her notebook thing-y and a pen, then greeted the table a shaky hello.
"Hello, i'm Retz...e-uh what can i get you?"
She was pushed out of the way as two figures pushed past her.
"Guys~ i broke Nanika out of the house, Isn't she pretty?" Alluka screeched, flopping down into a chair.
"YOU FUCKING WHAT."
"Calm down killua."
"Rolling eyes emoji."
Retz looked between each person, color draining from her face. Oh dear lord.
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"Yo melody, home girl, get me some wine would you~?" Hisoka asked, leaning back in his chair.
She sent him a raised eyebrow look, "How old are you again?"
"Immortal, next."
"I-"
"Oou cool we all have peepers, next~ wine please?"
"I- shore-" 🤠
When retz came back melody got that greasy clown the wine but she got him a white wine— the fucking nastiest drink on the planet where's the flavor that shit be tasting like my Dad's sweat rag. Foking nawsty.
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pikachu: why. why is it always me who doesn't know what the FUCK
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Neighborly Genocide 🥺❤️🥰
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