Mugs

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Cyclone: It's really muggy out today, ey?

Quake: *Making breakfast* If I go outside and see all our mugs out on the front lawn, you will see yourself out the next second, I promise you.

Cyclone: *sips chocolate milk from a bowl*

Quake:

Cyclone:

Thunderstorm:*Walks into the kitchen* Morning.

Quake: Morning.

Cyclone: Heyo!

Thunderstorm: Has anyone seen my mug? Comes back from the kitchen holding a plastic cup filled with coffee I swore I placed it back last night.

Cyclone: 

Thunderstorm:

Quake: 💢💢BOBOIBOY CYCLONE BIN AMATO!! Chases after the wind boy

Cyclone: Long ran away from Mama Quake's predicted wrath 

Thunderstorm: ...What a fucking way to start a day.

Ice: Comes down mugs?

Thunderstorm: Mugs.


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