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</a><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><b>*vash watches her as she walks upstairs, he reply's to her when she told him what she was doing*</b></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">"okay, im going to check over by the kitchen and see if there's anything in here worth eating."</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><b>*he mumbles to himself*</b></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">" i damn sure hope so too "</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><b>*as vash scratches the surface, of the walls with his hand's he noticed they are dusty,*</b></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">"ugh, nasty wall's, this place could use' some cleaning" </span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><b>*Vash yells uptowards Lupa' and loud enough so she can hear*</b></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">" HEYYY ~ ! ! maybe we can fix this up, and call it our home "</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><b>*vash continues looking therewith, the kitchen. His stomachs Growling Abnormally. hopefully he can find something. He Gasp's as he spotted a microwave*</b></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">" AH YES! , a microwave' there still is hope. "</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><b>*he opens it rapidly, to find nothing inside.*</b></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">"meh, Oh dammit. I hope the fridge has something in it"</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><b>*one amazingly thing happened when he opened that fridge. His eye's Bulged outta his head, as if the food stored inside was glowing. he lets a screech out the tip of his toung and rapidly grabs the food spotted and brings it to the microwave*</b></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">" HOLY DAMN THERES PIZZA ~ ! ! ! ! ! , LUPA ~!!!!!!!!!!! COME DOWN HERE THERES FRICKEN PIZZA' ITS A MERICAL, THANK YOU GOD.!!"</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><b>*he prances up and down as he sets the microwave too 3.00 mins' just to heat it up nicely. he doesn't want the pizza to burn. As it Beeps and Finshes he Grabs a Plate' From the cabby and Relies its Too Dusted. He lets the pizza sit in the microwave, for a couple extra seconds. while he cleans off two plates, looking at the rag in the corner. He uses the sink, as it drips nice clean cold water and washes the dishes in peace, once finshed. He Set the two plates in this old wooden table, that had Thankfully Two Chairs, There was 4 peices Total. so he gave two to Lupa, and Two For Himself.*</b></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">"come on down lupa, ur foods getting cold"</span>