>>5471550>>5471487You... arent sure what to talk about anymore. "Oh... cool, I guess." You thought Tom was more a... funny quirky pervert. Now you feel... well you don't feel bad.. but maybe yucky? Oh wait. That's the oatmeal.
You look at Tom's clearly nicer oatmeal, with little sugar tyrunts floating in blue milk. "...What does that oatmeal taste like?"
That gets Tom's attention, they look at you. "You've... never had Oatquake Tyrunt oatmeal? But... your old. And... rich?"
You shrug. "All I ate for breakfast was pastries. Ursa Claws and Poffins. My dad really likes sweets."
"Oh... your dad sounds cool... You want to try some?" You nod and she takes a big spoonful and plops it into your bowl.
You eat it and its SO MUCH sweeter then the nasty stuff you got. Its got this vague suggestion someone... well didnt USE apple but maybe the oatmeal saw a apple once? It's got that kind of taste.
"You know, your a pretty cool gal Tom... Want to join my gang?"
"...Your what?"
>Oh um... I am forming a gang with Carrie! Turns out shes a big fan of my dad's crew>I am forming a coalition to protect members from dumb stuff like being made to work>Um... my gang? Team Lazy? You know my famous dad?>Oh um that's a stupid question... nevermind>>5471598Yes but these arent real eggs.
