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[color=8882be][i]Or nah?[/i][/color]

The young bull's nostrils flared. Amy's absence, while not noteworthy enough by itself to warrant any real concern, had nonetheless thrown a wrench into the team's highly coordinated, well-oiled dinner machine. Soon enough, the post-class traffic would give way to [i]rush hour[/i] traffic, and then the whole team would be stuck together far longer than any of them actually wanted to be.

Well, except for Cap. Or Amy. Or Sangue, but she didn't know any better. 

The team would be fine sticking together until they had to work out a schedule for who got to keep her when. If they couldn't even keep a schedule for something they all universally needed like delicious, middle-of-the-road expensive fast food, forbidden fruit like Lauren would result in a downright fucking cataclysm of the team's time management. Amy Desire's procrastination was fucking with the whole team dynamic. 

[code]To: Cap, Am, Snek
From: Baby Black Panther
Message: Bitch. You fucking lackadaisical fucking op. Or nah ain't an option when food on the line. We're all starving out here on burger night and you got all of us out here fucked up. Fix your shit Chik-fil-Amy. Get to the dorm! Or you're buying!![/code]

[color=8882be][i]bloop[/i]
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The incoming message notification hit the Scrolls of the team members who actually knew how to attend team meetings!