"That's... off?" I looked over at Ethan, whose brows were scrunched at the first compass. Though now it's developed some bigger level of importance, I've now dubbed tuba. I don't know if tubas are made of brass, but if I threw this at a group of Emo bois, they'd likely make a sound like one.
"Where did the pointer go?" He muttered, looking at tuba from different angles, probably seeing if it put up a 'gone at lunch' sign. I mean, if it's gonna be gone, it outta at least tell people that, it's not that hard.
"It doesn't seem like it broken off... And don't say anything Khloi, it's gonna be wrong." Huh, guess I was wrong. It was still a good guess though, and I can feel your jealousy from here, wishing you were half as intuitive as I.
Thank you all, I know, it was the best guess ever conceived! Thank yo- no thank you! Truly, y'all are too kind.
"This one had a bit of a ctrl-c mess up or something." I responded, looking down at, newly dubbed, brass with it's many malfunctioning hands. He looked over at mine, and squished his eyebrows even more together.
His whole facial, forehead area now looked like a little sandwich with really hairy bread. I snorted, and looked to the side.
"What?" Ethan asked incredulously
"Your face looks hilarious."
"What? It does not!"
"Does too!"
"Not"
"Too"
He huffed and pushed me. I fell too the ground, more like rocked to the side considering I was already sitting down, laughing my head off.
"Why are you so mean?" He pouted, his face the same, just angrier.
"You-pfft- you look so stupid!" I laughed, clutching brass and giggling.
"Me? Stupid? Your the one making fun of my face when we just witnessed something that basically defies all non-legal associating laws!"
I looked at him, trying to keep my face strait, before bursting into laughter again.
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I can write a story, not a title
HumorWhen siblings, Khloi and Ethan find two magic compasses they decide to spend their unfilled summer following it, along with their best friend June who hops in along the way. Chaos ensues
