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the-name-is-chip​:

Water you doing… || OPEN

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“I’ll be sure to tell him.” Because maybe then Elliot would reach out to the kid and he’d hang out with him. Give his brother something to do other than get into trouble, right? Not that he believed that was all Elliot was doing but.. He could always use something, he was sure. Too much time spent checking in on him and making sure he was okay - just meant he must not have a hobby. 

“..Five more, sure. Some of ‘em are going to be harder than others to meet. One’s a recluse.” Normally that was me. “One of them is married to his school work… Both are slightly socially inept. Might not get the full collection with them - but you can try.” 

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Well, Chip was kidding. He didn’t actually wanna collect the Moreys or whatever, that was kind of weird. And he knew a few of them were like, old, and not at all relevant to Chip and his interests. 

But they were probably all nice dudes! 

He chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll leave it up to serendipity. Who knows, right? Ran into you here, ran into Elli in line somewhere. I like that kinda thing. Keep it spontaneous.” 

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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Dale hummed, taking another bite of pancake to try it. But it really was weird…he couldn’t even distinguish all those flavors until Chip mentioned them. Was his nose broken? 

He sagged a little, chewing his bite thoughtfully. “No dude like…it’s like…like you know I like to say what’s in all of it even if you made it and you know. I like to pick out the stuff with my nose. It’s super fun and a good time bro but like…” 

He waved his hand in disbelief. “It’s like…I can’t do it.”

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Holy shit. 

Oh no. He didn’t even realize-- like, they basically lived like mundus while under cover with the RAS but-- 

“Shit,” said Chip as he ran a hand through his hair. “Dude, I think you’ve been magic drained! Oh my god, wait, have I been magic-drained?!” 

He hadn’t felt any different! But then again, maybe he just hadn’t noticed at all, so wrapped up in the internship!

the-name-is-chip​:

Water you doing… || OPEN

Ah. 

Now he supposed that made sense. Elliot was a lot more outgoing than him - and he was a universally well liked Morey brother. He just…had that attitude that everyone seemed to get along with. 

“Oh - right. Yeah he’s.. - I mean he’s the best of the bunch, I’d reckon.” Sebastian joked, but.. he did have quite the soft spot for Elliot and was incredibly close with him compared to some of his others. Also who didn’t like a firefighter?? They were like… the non-problematic heros of the world. “…and honestly, I’m sure he appreciates anyone who lets him talk their ear off about his interests - so it’s good there’s other people who share them.” 

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Chip beamed. Hey, that made him feel pretty good. He’d been worried that he came across as kind of the biggest dork in existance and probably embarrassed the heck out of himself. He and Elli hadn’t exactly kept up either...though well, Chip was busy and so was Elli! He was a freakin’ hero! 

“Yeah, I mean, same. I don’t find a lot of people who wanna sit around and discuss the kinda stuff I wanna,” he said. “But hey, tell him I said hello! Now I met two of you. Five to go, right?” 

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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Dale blinked, a sheepish smile spread across his face.

“Oh yeah man. I’m good.” 

It was kinda weird to taste stuff like regular people though. Was this just how things were? All the time? Kinda a bummer if you asked Dale.

“It’s just like…taste is different than usual dude.”

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Hmmmm.

No, Dale was not “good.”

Chip knew his bro. And if his bro wasn’t going wild over food, even like, bad, stale food, then his lil bro was down. Something was wrong. Chip frowned even deeper, putting a hand on his hip. 

“Different how? I mean, I didn’t change the recipe! It’s good all the goods, man, butter, sugar, cinnamon, vanilla-- what’s up?”

the-name-is-chip​:

Water you doing… || OPEN

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A famous philosopher - or.. just any person you asked. No one was going to turn away something free. So long, of course, as it was actually free. Because some famous philosopher also probably said that no things in life are truly free. 

A catch 22 if he’d ever seen one. 

Sebastian’s brows raised slightly at Chip’s next words, and he had to wonder if perhaps… there was a brother that knew him. Devyn knew just about everyone. Gem could.. leave a lasting impression with just about everyone… “Si.” Was all he said at first, finishing putting his number in before he slipped the phone back. “…There’s only a few of us. Really.” Just… seven siblings total. No big deal. “..Free watermelon could go a long way. - …do you know one of em?” 

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“Oh yeah, me and Elli are kinda friends! He gave me the tour of the firehouse,” said Chip with a grin.

He left out the part about how he sorta had a crush on him. It was dumb anyway. Elli was older and Chip didn’t wanna be weird, plus he was super busy with his agent thing and Elli seemed pretty busy with his thing. Still... Elli Morey was hot. 

“I’m into stuff like that. Love fire engines and trucks and motorcycles and planes, all of it. He was a super nice dude.” 

Funky Freshers | Open

Anna took her job as a Pride U Campus Ambassador very seriously. And now that her internship at Town Hall had wrapped up, she signed up for every info-table shift she could, proudly repping her Pride U gear and handing out pamphlets for the various campus organizations.

When she saw someone approaching the table, she couldn’t be sure they were a new student (or a student at all!) but you couldn’t just make those assumptions, could you? So Anna smiled and said, “Hey! I’m a Campus Ambassador here at Pride U, can I help you with something?”

[this outfit, but with a Pride U shirt instead of a sorority shirt lol]

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Chip was not here to sign up for anything. He had a very important internship that took up all of his time thank you!

But what he was here for - to report a problem.

He didn’t know exactly who to go to, honestly, since he was barely a student. He didn’t hang on campus, too busy with the RAS, plus most of his classes were at night, like, when people were gone. But this chick wearing a CAMPUS AMBASSADOR shirt looked legit. Perfect!

“Hey,” said Chip. “Uh yeah, I’m here to file a complaint about campus accessibility!” 

the-name-is-chip​:

Water you doing… || OPEN

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To be fair - he was sure that Gemmy could also pack away watermelons like a heard of elephants. It wasn’t that he thought his brother loved them or anything but Christ, he loved food. Homemade stuff usually though. And..well, Seb couldn’t, nor didn’t blame the guy. In a way it worked out though. Seb wasn’t going to eat most of the stuff that was made so… his portion was just donated to the other brother’s seconds. 

“…I can understand that…” Sebastian huffed before he nodded gently. “Yeah we can though. I uh - I can give you my number and we can plan something out. Get us our free watermelons for sure.” 

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“Hell yeah. The best things in life are free! I think a famous philosopher said that or something,” said Chip as he got out his phone.

It wasn’t a famous philosopher, but Taylor Swift. Same thing, honestly. Anyway, it wasn’t a Borrower’s specialty, to give credit. Just to take and use for his own purposes!

Chip extended his phone and made small talk as Seb put in his details. “So wait, are you Sebastian as in-- Sebastian Morey? Dang, you really do got a big family then.” 

the-name-is-chip​:

Water you doing… || OPEN

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Again - in normal circumstances, Sebastian might’ve found a way to evade the handshake from the stranger. It was just… too much of a risk. If he hadn’t already ‘caught’ whatever magic (if they had any) just from being this close to each other, then surely the handshake would seal the deal. But… his magick wasn’t working with the whole ‘magic drain’ and so…. what was the risk? 

“Sebastian’ He greeted with a huff, shaking the man’s hand firmly before he offered a shrug of his shoulders. “I’m.. all for it. I..don’t even think my family could eat that many free watermelons so. It’s really just doing us both another favor. Which… once again - really just doubling down on the whole theme here. Very efficient.” 

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“That’s what I’m thinking,” said Chip. “Though to be honest, I got this little bro with an appetite of like, an elephant herd or something. He’d go crazy for all that watermelon. But that just means teaming up with you is saving him from himself.” Chip nodded matter-of-factly.

Cuz even if Dale had a Food Thing, that didn’t mean he could eat whatever he wanted without making himself sick. He’d learned that the hard way. Then forgot. And learned it again. And he’d probably forgot again in the near future-- ah, Dale! Wacky guy. 

“Anyway, uh-- you wanna meet up somewhere to do this thing?” 

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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“Aww mannn,” Dale pouted, though he was quick to grab a fork and knife and dig into the awesome fluffy pancakes anyway. He eyed the chocolate chip bag and started dumping a copious amount of chocolate chips on top of all four of his pancakes.

“Duuude this is the best, thanks!” He cut a good chunk of pancake, made sure a few good chocolate chips were on top, and then stuffed the piece in his mouth. “Mmmmmm,” he moaned, closing his eyes as he savored the taste of…of the pancake dough…that had. That had….

He sighed. He couldn’t pick out all the flavors with his nose like usual. Even if pancakes had usual ingredients, he could usually pick them out. “Bro…that’s so good. It’s got like…all the flavor.”

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Now, normally, Chip was ready to bask in all the praise that Dale sent his way. He was braced for the paragraph of ultra specific detail about the slight pinch of cinnamon he’d used in the batter, along with the hint of vanilla. 

But that didn’t come.

So, while Dale certainly sounded like himself, and ‘all the flavor’ was definitely a compliment, Chip frowned. 

“Yo, you feeling alright there, buddy?” he asked. 

the-name-is-chip​:

Water you doing… || OPEN

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“…I like the way you think.” Sebastian huffed with a nod of his head. “That makes it art and functional. And I think a guy like Jun Moon could appreciate the… use of that. It’s not like we’re ‘wasting’ anything then. Just…repurposing. Or…something. We can make it sound good.” 

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“No, exactly!” exclaimed Chip.

Wait, was he about to do this? And had he... had he made a new friend??

Hell yeah! The power of invention. And fruit, or whatever, Chip guessed.

“Duuuude, let’s do it! We can split the prize if we win. By the way, I’m Chip, nice to meet you, man,” said Chip as he thrust out a hand to shake. 

the-name-is-chip​:

Water you doing… || OPEN

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“…Right yeah, yeah.” Sebastian huffed, glancing back down at his watermelon and remembering the whole point of this conversation. Carving - not some science experiment. Again thought, Sebastian really was finding whatever the hell this guy was talking about a lot more exciting and doable than carving the damn thing. 

“…Maybe the guy will accept a watermelon lightbulb as an entry on the basis of creativity.” 

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Chip chuckled, eyebrows raising. He pointed at the guy and shook his finger up and down. “Y’knooooow... you might just have a point. Hey, we could go halfsies, what do you say? Oh! We could even carve it into the shape of a lamp and THEN put the lightbulb in and boom!” 

the-name-is-chip​:

Water you doing… || OPEN

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Sebastian guessed he’d seen like… Lemons being used in science projects before for such things, but he never really thought of a watermelon being used in that way, or… at all. “…Right, I have heard of that before. I was never the best at chemistry though. Once we started having to draw all the structures they lost me completely.” Sebastian huffed. “…Shame I don’t have any of that on hand though. Would be something to say I used a watermelon to light a lightbulb or something, no?” 

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“Yeah, I’m not a huge fan of chemistry either, but that kind of stuff is pretty easy!” said Chip, trying to be encouraging. 

Then again, the dude probably didnt’ actually wanna make a watermelon into a lightbulb. He wanted to carve it. 

“But uh, yeah! That’s not the point of this little experiment, right? You’re entering that contest?” 

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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Chip leaned over and watched the little clip. Camera work was honestly a little shaky there but– for the most part, that was the money shot! He chuckled and leaned out so he could lift his hand and offer Dale a high five. “Way to go, bro! That’ll look awesome on Tiktok for sure. Oh shit, this pancake about to burn.” 

He scurried back over to the pan to wiggle the spatula under and lift the browning pancake up. He plopped it on the plate with the rest.

“So what’s up, man? How many of these pancakes you gonna want?” 

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Dale grinned, high fiving his brother proudly. He’d gotten a great video for tik tok. He was pretty sure his brother’s tik tok would be hit with tons of likes cause Chip was just the kind of person people would like watching flip pancakes.

He moved to sit down and watch his brother work, humming as he considered it. “Man I don’t know. Like three? Four? Oh…can you put like…chocolate chips in some of these? You know that makes em even better.”

He probably should bring up the weird thing with his nose but like…they were vibing. It was nice to just hang and eat pancakes.

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“Dude, I already made the batch, I can’t surgically insert chocolate chips,” said Chip, but course he was smiling.

Instead, he just grabbed the bag of chocolate chips from the drawers. He plopped a plate down with four pancakes in front of his bro and then the bag of chocolate chips so he could go as nuts as he wanted with adding them on. Maybe not as great as putting them in the batter, but hey! Improvising. 

“Ta-da! Bon appetite, broski.” 

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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Dale was in awe, clapping enthusiastically after he’d shot a good little video clip of his brother flipping a pancake. 

“Duuuuude that was so awesome!” He was amazed. Everything his brother did was just…so…COOL! Dale was so glad he caught some of Chip’s coolness on camera. The world had to know how awesome he was.

Dale scooted over, showing Chip his camera. “Check it out. I totally captured the moment of legend.” He grinned, proud of himself even if it was a small little thing. He had caught the flip. 

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Chip leaned over and watched the little clip. Camera work was honestly a little shaky there but-- for the most part, that was the money shot! He chuckled and leaned out so he could lift his hand and offer Dale a high five. “Way to go, bro! That’ll look awesome on Tiktok for sure. Oh shit, this pancake about to burn.” 

He scurried back over to the pan to wiggle the spatula under and lift the browning pancake up. He plopped it on the plate with the rest.

“So what’s up, man? How many of these pancakes you gonna want?” 

the-name-is-chip​:

Water you doing… || OPEN

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Watermelon catapult? Watermelon energy source? 

Sebastian furrowed his brows gently at that, huffing lightly as he tried to imagine what kind of… invention enthusiast this guy really was. “Honestly uh - … That kind of sounds a lot more interesting than actually carving a watermelon. I’d almost be willing to let free watermelons go to see what all that’s about.” 

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Chip grinned. Big. 

“Oh yeah, man! You can totally turn most fruit into batteries, y’know. It’s those electrolytes they got!” explained Chip. “It isn’t even that hard, you just need, like some conductive wire and then you can plug em all up in there and boom! Redox! That’s what the chemical process is called. Stands for reduction plus oxidation,” he explained. 

Plant Pals || Chu

Su watched, unsure of what to do at first besides hide her smile behind a hand as best she could. Not so much in amusement as it was endearment. Like she had said before, Chip was a very charming person. Even in the little things, like picking stuff up at the plant store, it was full of personality.

“Oop, hold on!” she said, holding up a finger, before jogging off down the aisle, happy to have been given a solution to the problem that she could help with.

“Here!” She came back with one of those hand-held baskets, holding it out toward him and then thinking better by holding it up herself for him to dump his new found treasure into.

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And dump it in, Chip did indeed. 

He probably should take time to assess what he really needed since, well, he was living on a RAS intern budget here. Which wasn’t to say he had NO money-- the RAS paid well if you compared it to other part-time jobs Chip could have-- but this would probably eat into his most recent paychek. 

But... nah! It was fine. It was for the greater good! And this stuff would last him, so it was better than spending it on, like, pizza and arcade tokens. 

(He spent his paycheck on pizza and arcade tokens a lot.)

“Perfect! Okay, okay, not I think I’m ready to go. Thanks again for coming out with me, Su, you’re the coolest.” Chip grinned at her and lifted a hand up for her to give a high-five. “Couldn’t do any of this without my plant sensei.”