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This cold question broke the silence between us all but I just still lowered my head like I heard nothing at all. "I don't know either. It's just that, one day the table we sit every time we eat becomes just one." Calvin answered and looked at Iciest beside me. "Ask Hell. Only he can answer that." He mumbled and then ordered the person next to me to say something. When Grayson turns to him, I also glance at him as well because I also want to know the answer to this one million dollar question. However, I frowned when I just saw him shrugging his shoulders and never even opening his mouth to utter a single word or letter.

He said brought his phone out. "Have you been to the moon before?" He asked and I was confuse... "how did that relate to the discussion?" I asked, "you see I am addicted to a straight answer and I am allergic to interrogation it's pretty weird that you are still studying me. So your answer? He asked smiling sheepishly. "No" I said briefly. And he clapped his hand... "gosh we have the same thing in common." He said childishly. "I sense something here is like you've gone bunkers." I said teasingly... "hey I was just just try to be funny so you could smile, I know what I am doing," He said and I tiltered...

"Good, much better. Now, how was your day?" I squinted my eyes at those words, a puzzled expression taking root on my features. Did this man not read through what I just sent or was he just being oblivious. "Erm, excuse me? Why are you asking about my day? What has that got to do with you?" Another text came in again, "What is so wrong about that? I'm just asking to know how your day went, was it good? Bad or terrible? Did someone trouble you? Did you already have dinner? Your partner can ask this, can't he?"

Jade “Let’s do another one!” the bartender yelled. “What has two feet and hops but can’t walk straight?” “Kangaroo!” I yelled. “Chicken with disabilities!” yelled Conan as I laughed. “That’s not a thing.” “Yes it is. I’ve seen one back at the pack. It was a funny sight. Little fella couldn’t walk.” We argued on and on about the answer and I won again. For almost two hours after the bartender had led us away from the beach, we had been in the bar playing a game of question and answer. It had been nice having to stay with someone that wasn't a werewolf but was an ordinary human.

he chuckled dryly. One fucking day. What the fuck am I going to do?

He sighed again as he tutted, “I do not see what you are trying to accomplish.” I threw my hands up in defeat, “Okay, another question. What is my favorite color?” Ford looked baflwed, “what is this nonsense?” “Who am I closer to? My dad or my mom?” He didn’t answer, so I fired another round of questions, “what are my grandparents called? Which one is my favourite? Who is my best friend? What food do I hate? What food is my favorite? Oh… Last one… What have I been doing for the last couple of weeks to help this pack?”

I used noodles since I didn't like the MC cussing. In fact, if the other person is sarcastic, a question can be responded with another inquiry. End of text.

Replied Tina , patting her knees excitedly, a toothy grin plastered on her face , momentarily forgetting her supposed heart break. After like ten seconds of thinking, I snapped my fingers , the perfect question dancing inside my consciousness. " Would you rather drink two litres of piss or two litres of sweat?" For the shortest amount of time that I've known Tina , I more than anticipated her reaction as I watched her gag violently at that question, hands covering her mouth as if trying to hold back the urge to vomit. And as expected, my reaction to that was a laugh, my shoulders shuddering as I did.

I'm not really sure what to do, but I want her to feel better before she leaves here. "Hey, can I ask you something?" I say. She nods and takes a sip of her drink. "Do trees poop?" I ask and she nearly chokes on her coffee before giving me a curious look. "What?" She asks. "Do trees poop?" I repeat and she chuckles a little. "Um... No?" She asks rather than states. "Of course they do. How else would we get number two pencils?" I say. When my joke lands she tilts her head back to laugh, shaking her head as she looks at me.

I_pooped OH, PLEASE, I WILL DO WHATEVER I NEED TO, IN OREDER TO EDUCATE WILLY. Cereal_killer WE ARE HAVING BREAKFAST, FOR GOD'S SAKE! Noah's wifey THIS CONVERSATION DOESN'T MAKE SENSE ANYMORE. I_pooped SO, WILLY...TELL ME. DID YOUR MOM EVER GIVE YOU THE TALK? Quinn_beach OMG, HAHAHAHA, CHARLIE TRIPPED OVER A FORK TOO. Cereal_killer OH MAN, THIS IS TOO FUNNY. Will_the_devil