"That's why this pipe is my new home. Tell Rose I exploded, or something awesome like that."

Blythe kept laughing hysterically and I kept my mouth clenched, afraid of what might happen if I opened it. I scratched my head.

"Now get out of my house." I pulled my blanket over my head.

I waved my hands around trying to communicate that I want to communicate but couldn't. Blythe kept laughing.

"Go away!"

I took a deep breath breathing from my nose. "We'renotgettingadoptedever." I clamped my mouth shut and took another deep breath. "Gettingadoptedisn'ttheonlypointofbeinginanorphanage." I shut my mouth and took another deep breath. "Soitdoesn'treallymatterifyoudon'thaveachance." Blythe laughed harder. I slapped her again. "WE DON'T HAVE A SNOWBALLS CHANCE IN HELL!" She gasped and went back to laughing.

(You know what I wanna do? Make a new Taqiq for this RP. )
"So?" I threw a pebble out of the pipe.

[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOO!]
I frowned while keeping my mouth shut. I slowly turned around. I reached out and grabbed Blythe's hand, she was still laughing, and slowly began going back, hanging my head.

(XD)
"Tell Rose that I exploded." I ate some more bread.

"No." I spat out as coldly as Blythe speaks and as soft as a sad me speaks. I kept walking, Blythe kept laughing. "That's getting old." I growled at her. She didn't stop.

Hmm, what now?... oh! I'll be a hermit! I walked back and forth like a crab.

[XD]
We walked a bit more and Blythe still was laughing. "SHUT UP ALREADY! IT'S NOT FUNNY!" I screeched at her. She stopped and looked at me for a moment before pointing at me and laughing again. "You're going to choke and die." I growled.

This is boring. Might as well sleep. I crawled under my blanket and put the bread in a safe place. -

We walked on for a couple more moments before I slapped my hand over Blythe's mouth. It took a couple more moments before it died down. I removed my hand. "Happy?" I asked. "Very. That was hysterical." "No it wasn't." She giggled a bit.

(Just so you know, Renee did a very bad job picking a pipe. )