it's sad how quiet this place is. we should change that.

[fuckyou_trash]

 [ hello? hello, is anybody there? is this dressing room empty? is this okay, am I allowed in here? hello?

anyway, heeeey, dressing room. what's up?



this little douchnozzle is sitting up SOMEWHERE FAIRLY HIGH UP and throwing paper airplanes down from where he's perched. the process goes something like this; he grabs a sheet from the small stack of paper next to him, clumsily folds it into another paper fuckin' airplane, smiles a little bit, and then aims it downward to smack into the heads of whoever's below him at the time. if their reaction is prime entertainment value, he'll even laugh like a little brat.

why is he doing this, you ask?

because: he can't find his Dad, he's bored as fuck, and the heck why not? ]

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jesus why are there two xanxi WHERES THE OLD-ASS ONE GAMMA FEELS ALONE IN HIS ELD

[snookered]

[SHUT UP SAWADA YOU DON'T KNOW THE PAIN OF BEING A BURDENED ADULT

Gamma's just gonna toss the bottle of bourbon at to old!Xanxus because he's just pissed enough to be generous.]

You're all too fucking loud. Brats should be seen'n not heard. [THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR A MOMENT.] ...Not seen either. Oi, Nana, you got any more of those crackers left?

i don't even know man AND SINCE WHEN DID ANYBODY CARE ABOUT GAMMA'S PAIN

[fuckyou_trash]

[ this little ankle-biter is just going to slam his foot down hard on the toes of Gamma's foot from under the table and silently and snidely mouth to himself; 'Shut up, you stupid buttface adult.' ]

[mafiosoblivious]

[DROPPING A PLATE OF CRACKERS ON THE TABLE]

Don't eat too much otherwise you'll spoil your dinner.