IC OVERFLOW AND MISC.

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For those little captcha occasions, or whatever other random IC stuff I want to do in a journal rather than elsewhere.

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[Okay, he's got some sense of fair play. It'd be pretty brutal to dump a whole pitcher of tea . . . at least in the early stages of a food fight. Later, anything's fair game! But right now they're still at cheese cube levels. There's a method to these things.

So he shrugs and sets down the pitcher, instead grabbing the half lemon that was sitting next to it--presumably for someone to slice up into tea-sized wedges--and throwing that at Hinata's head. Eh, it's a compromise.

He aims for the ahoge.]

Ha haaa, take this then!

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[As the lemon arcs toward the ahoge, one can almost see Hinata stiffening like no, Leon, you know not what it is you do. Surely an ahoge of that pointiness will only spear the lemon and then revenge will rain down on him.

...

Nah. It twangs against it and flops into Hinata's hair and LEMON JUICE and he's shaking his head to get it off.]

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[STILL HILARIOUS.

Leon cracks up, and chooses this moment to grab another biscuit and toss it at some sad sack's back. It's not a proper food fight without involving everyone, after all. And luckily for them(?), Leon also isn't the only highly immature person in the room; some other people are already drafting themselves into this very important and dignified battle.

Mission accomplished?]

Ahh, you shoulda seen your faaace!

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Why did you specifically target my hair?!

[That's it, he's going for that little beard, it is getting the full brunt of some very crumbly crackers. And since Leon is being such a wonderful sport, Hinata will let some other food pieces fly about while internally apologising for causing all this ruckus.]

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It's totally like a beacon--heeeey, not the goatee!

[WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?! That's it, time out; the food fight is going to need to sustain itself for a minute while Leon picks crumbs out of his beard. This is so uncool!

But all things said, by now, it's sustaining itself pretty well. The food is flying in directions that these two have nothing to do with. It's probably a great chance for a getaway--once Leon's beard is flawless. Priorities.]

Ah, shit, I can't belieeeeve you'd play that dirty!

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Oi, you went for my hair, remember...

[Hinata ducks a bit of food sailing by-- which begs the question of why didn't he just do that earlier, given how effortlessly he moves. Ehhh. It's not important.]

It's about the same. [Goatee = ahoge.]

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No way, lemon juice is totally good for your hair. I read about it once! Not that you're gonna catch me bathin' in it, but if I had to pick between that and your friggin' cracker bomb . . .

[he wonders, briefly, how one would go about making an actual cracker bomb, for just such an occasion

But he's mostly distracted grooming himself, and when he's done, he finally notices the havoc they've managed to wreak. Score.]

--Hey, hey, check it out, it's our chance! I mean, unless you wanna challenge me to a rematch!

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Pass, I don't know what more might happen to my hair if we go for a rematch.

[QUITE FIRMLY yes he is opting out of a rematch with you, Leon, but he is opting in to the chance to get out of here since there's some good havoc going down.

So he moves to start his way toward the exit.]

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Ha ha, that's what I thought!

[That means he won, obviously. Awesome! He follows Hinata, sneaking his way out of the fray--not that it requires much stealth, with how rowdy things have gotten.]

Hey man, thanks! We're totally home free!