#was it rose and sampo and someone else in my kitchen

[boyslit]

You hear loud noises coming from the kitchen. Drawers being opened and shoved close, metallic clattering, glass shattering, a cacophony of other things happening and suddenly... Complete silence. As you stand behind your door, your ear pressed to it, you listen... There's a "fwiiip" sound... Another "fwiiip". Someone grumbles "C'm'on... You little..." Fwiii- VRRRRRRRRRR- That's a chainsaw. You run out of your room. You do not usually keep a chainsaw in your kitchen, that much you were certain of, but the question was more: who the hell was using a chainsaw in your kitchen?!! As you run, your footsteps alert the intruders, and you hear one of them shout the order to flee the scene. When you arrive, everything is weirdly neat and tidy. There is something amiss. You start looking everywhere and you eventually find a lone piece of paper on the counter. It's one of those Mutual Bingo sheets. This one's still empty, though. You stare at it, squinting. You turn the scrap- Aha! The culprits have signed their crime! It's... You squint harder. Yeah, that's definitely a cowboy hat... And a bomb. And... an exploding lollipop. Oh wait, there's a message at the bottom: "To pass the time while we sharpen some IPC teeth in the name of anti-capitalism <3" The message is specifically signed with a rose. You knew you should have seen this coming. Feeling what might be the start of a headache, you:

.... heave a sigh, relieved that I didn't find the kitchen furniture in pieces at least. Well, I'm always up for anti-capitalism, and a good bingo sheet too. I sit down at the intact table with a pink marker specially selected for the Rose Mutual and consider my answers carefully.

I raise the marker, lost in thought. Without warning, the chair and table split apart into hundreds of near-identical cubes, as if it has been made out of small dice from the start and was only made to look like a table and chairs. The cabinets and fixtures soon follow suit, as well as the floor.

I clutch the marker and paper tightly as the deluge of dice whisks me away into the abyss. I wonder how I'll get this posted once I arrive at my destination, I think, reading the squares over again and marking them with little hearts. Oh well. I'm sure that'll be the least of my worries. I try not to make eye contact with a few others nearby, all of us awash on the currents of chance.

I'll mark an address on it, at least. Maybe the universe will see fit to pass it along. I write "littlekiara96.tumblr.com" at the top and fold it into a paper airplane. The wind whisks it away into a miniature wormhole. I lean over and let my hand drift through the current of dice. They are cool to the touch but the corners and edges soon batter my knuckles, and I shake my stinging hands. I sigh. These trips always take so long, too. I'm not looking forward to the walk back...

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You awake in the morning peacefully, but there's an odd sensation on your face. You swat at it, certain it's your cat, but your hand hits a folded piece of paper instead. You blink. It's far too early for this type of silliness. Who put a paper airplane on your face? You unfold the plane, yawning, and read what's inside.

It's the mutual bingo sheet you left behind! You're surprised it made it back safely, but perhaps you shouldn't be, all things considered.