And Maybe That's Alright

Prepare

"Are you-"

"George, if you ask me if I'm sure one more time, I'm going to minecraft manhunt you in real life." Clay stated, deadpan and George couldn't help his laugh.

"So... I should just book a flight?" George asked slowly, giving Clay time to back out.

"Oh my- that's it, I'm booking it for you." George attempted to protest through bubbling giggles but Clay simply ignored him, beginning to search for tickets himself.

"Tomorrow, six o'clock." Clay finally informed after a few long moments of comparing different prices before deciding he really didn't care. He'd probably buy a private jet for George, if he asked him to.

Not that he's a simp or anything.

"Six for me or six for you?" George asked, deciding against protesting. It's not like Clay would listen anyways. If he decides he's doing something, he won't stop until he has done it.

"Six for you, one for me." Clay clarified. "So you'll get in at ten for me."

"Am or pm?" George continued and Clay rolled his eyes.

"Pm George, I'm not a monster." He laughed and George made some high-pitched, considering noise that only made Clay laugh harder.

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Big Booty Muffins

Clark
Just realised that Vin, Nick, Ker, Zak and Dar may have missed out on some key info
10:23pm

Zak
?
10:24pm

Nick
What key info?
10:27pm

Clark
This is going to sound like utter bs
10:27pm

Darryl
Language >_>
10:28pm

Clark
Bum sparkles, Dar
10:28pm
What were you thinking?
10:28pm

Darryl
O_o
10:30pm

Vincent
Just say what you came for
10:31pm

Clark
You got it boss man!
10:31pm
Alrighty
10:31pm
[An image. It's a picture of a printed photograph, worn and torn and aged but still relatively clear. It details three people. There's a man, tall and young and handsome, who has neat brown hair and brown eyes to match, dressed neatly in a pressed suit. There's traces of an almost proud smile in the crook of his lips and the sparkle of his eyes. Tucked beneath his arm is a woman, utterly stunning in her imperfections. She has long, wavy blonde hair spiralling messily over her shoulders and pale skin, dotted with endearing little freckles. Her eyes are a sky blue and crinkled by the curve of her delighted smile, exposing a single dimple on the left side of her face. She has donned a lovely, light summer dress decorated in cherry blossoms. In her arms is a boy, features an amalgamation of both parents'. He has messy brown hair, just slightly textured, and his father's hazel eyes. His pale skin is dotted with freckles and moles and his wide grin is the spitting image of his mother's own, down to the dimple. Both his knees are skinned and battered and he has a gap from where one tooth had 'disappeared' but he seemingly couldn't care at all. He is clad in a mock version of a football kit.]
10:37pm