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[centurybaby]

seven minutes in heaven meme!

❤ post as your characters. ❤ other characters OR anon reply with another character's name! ❤ your character makes out with that character for at least 7 comments! ❤ underage characters can awkwardly hold hands.

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[elongates]

[ well, this is pretty gross.

it would be a lot less gross if reed wasn't all pancake-splattered against the walls trying to find a trap door out. ]

Oh, no.

oh whoops forgot about this cries

[clobberin]

[ omg why this closet so effing tiny do people not realize that ben grimm is basically huge and requires a lot of space okay!! NOT HELPING THAT BFF REED RICHARDS JUST STRETCHIN OUT EVERYWHERE GOD y u do dat reed. ]

Uh.

Please tell me there's a crack in the wall somewhere.

[ beat ]

Because this kind of sucks. A lot.

[elongates]

[ lmao he's trying very hard not to brotough as he creeps around them corners

WHAT IF THEIR SHOULDERS TOUCH THAT'D BE SO AWKWno okay he doesn't give a shit anymore but at least he can pretend he does ]

If there were, I'd have found it by now.

[ springing back together, his eyes bulge out ridic for nightvision. ]

Try knocking down the door again?

[clobberin]

[ just derping kind of wishing he was less muscular or something but hey, at least he's not a giant orange boulder. that would probably be worse. anyway, he's seen reed with his head in a toilet before, so how awkward can it be really right?

welp. ]

Pretty sure that door's clobber-resistant. [ sort of leaning away from reed a little because bros or not that's weird looking okay. ] Do ya really gotta do that, dude?

[elongates]

[ audibly "ugh"s!!

and his eyes rooooooolll back into his sockets. SO ATTRACTIVE. ]

Fine. Sure.

[ crossing arms!! ]

We'll just lie here and wait until a rescue team. That's a wonderful option.

[clobberin]

[ cringing. he loves you bro, but really why you gotta do that shit.

maybe a little dryly: ]

Man, you're the genius here, Mr. Fantastic. Brilliant ideas are supposta be your department.

[elongates]

My department. Not our department.

[ :| ]

I'll take that as you suggesting that I bend into a megaphone for you to somehow manage to whine louder in.

[ :| :| :| ]

That's a no.

[clobberin]

[ ben makes a face. :I ]

What do ya want me to do? I played football in college-- you were the one doin' quantum science stuff. You figured out how to get into another dimension, buddy. Pretty sure you should be able to get us outtuva closet.

[elongates]

[ very condescendingly!! ]

Here's a hint, Ben: I can't do stuff without any materials to speak of. Even if you suddenly donated your body to science right now―

[ through grit teeth: ]

I can't get us out of the closet.

[clobberin]

[ oh. well. ]

Guess we're stuck then.

[ beat. then, adding at length, a bit thoughtlessly: ]

Wish Sue was here.

[elongates]

Right.

[ he rolls his eyes, gesturing as if he were waving him away. ]

Of course you do.

[clobberin]

[ with a little huff of breath. ]

I meant she could help.

[elongates]

In trying to push against the walls with slightly less concentrated force than you could? Definitely.

[ :\ ]

You'd rather the company of your fiance.

[clobberin]

[ :/!!! ]

I like the company of my best buddy fine. When he ain't being a jerk.

[elongates]

Wow.

[ flatly: ]

Thanks.

[clobberin]

[ ://///////////////

ugh no feeling bad why. at length: ]

Look, I'm sorry, awright? I didn't mean it. 'Cept that bit about you bein' my best pal, 'cause you are.

[elongates]

I get your point, Ben. I see how you'd rather Susan were here.

[ :||||||||

shrinking back into a corner... ]

It's fine when she disregards you entirely but it's not fine when I talk to you like a human being and a friend. Absolutely.

[clobberin]

[ rubbing a big hand over his face. ]

C'mon, Reed. Don't do that.