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Post by violentlittlesister on Jun 22, 2011 23:00:57 GMT -5
Hair cuticles bled (or at least, where hair cuticles were once placed) when they were roughly scraped and ravaged by their owner.
Her hair was fixed, yes, yes, it was better than usual. Yes, very much so. Was she pretty yet?
No. Never never never
ever
She was never pretty, not enough never ever. And then Kisaragi threw the bloodied brush at the goddamned walls that screamed and laughed at her because she was a freak.
She needed to calm down. Yes. She had to. It was just that she needed to fix her hair. And her wardrobe. Yes, that's it. Kisaragi frowned, grimacing as she wove her hands through blood-stained hair. She looked for something to make her look pretty. Pretty.
No, she couldn't go that far just yet. No. She needed to improve one step at a time--
"Screw that, I need to improve now." She found a hairtie that had some cute, nifty little trinket. It was blood, cherry red and the elastic band looked soft. It wouldn't betray her poor, soft little head anytime soon. Her hair was too short for a ponytail itself, but she tried something earlier in her stupid pathetic little life--
She tied a portion of her hair on the left, smiling in satisfaction. It looked cute. But she needed something /more/. She knew she didn't need a lot of make-up, but still.
She needed to be pretty.
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Post by leftenantmorgan on Jun 23, 2011 0:46:21 GMT -5
((Oh Goodness.))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Jun 23, 2011 1:33:43 GMT -5
(("Oh goodness." is right.
I swear I act like this at least once a month.))
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Post by Memai on Jun 23, 2011 4:04:36 GMT -5
Chaplin jumped back a little at Amy's sudden transformation back to her regular, chirpy self. He laughed nervously, it was obvious she was hiding something, but with the unfortunate experience that came with dating girls, he knew full well to not pry any further than he had.
So he dropped it, he knew Amy as a friendly girl with loads of friends, she'll bounce back from whatever it was that was bothering her.
"Are you gonna go?" She looked at him with hopeful eyes and he couldn't help but crack another dopey smile.
"Ahh well," he combed his fingers through his hair, letting out an airy nervous laugh. He was flattered, in all honesty, he never got used to the attention he received from the girls here, "I don't know." He shrugged, "I wanna but I don't think I can."
He could see Amy's smile drop from her face and almost immediately, tried to fix the little non-situation, "But umm..." he said quickly, she looked up at him, hopeful once more, "We'll see, yeah? 'Cause I... uhm..." he looked off to the side, he needed an excuse quick, "I promised my uhh parents that I'd help them out at the diner and uhh... stuff. Yeah."
"Oh, really?"
"They might let me go if I finish early though," a smile.
Stupid, stupid jock.
He could already feel the bind he got himself into; while he always waited for Will (sometimes the other way around) in his dorm room without fail, there were times where the mysterious prefect wouldn't show up for days on end, only to reappear as if nothing had happened.
And he did like Amy as a friend, in all honesty. She was a nice girl who was cool and who threw a couple of good parties, and she looked really, really upset when he had run into her. Maybe she was turned down by some braddah for the dance? Man, that's gotta suck.
Maybe Will wouldn't show up on the dance night, maybe he did and he'd be more understanding? After all, it wouldn't make sense for handsome and popular Chaplin to sit out a dance, right?
Right?
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Post by cheshacatt on Jun 25, 2011 17:37:40 GMT -5
"Ugh, a week is such a long time." Judith frowned as she thought of how the buzz would build and the jocks would get even more moronic. She wanted it to happen now, to prevent everybody else suffering the stupidness as time went on!
Also she may have been just a teeny bit excited, even if just for the amusing hijinks that were bound to happen, but she'd never admit it to anyone. Not even herself.
"We have got lots to do, though." Roxy was busy packing her textbook into her leather bag. "I suppose we need the time, really."
Judith did was could be called a pout by people who knew her, but casual observers would see only the tiniest downward curve of the corners of her mouth. "I guess, but I kinda want to get it over with. And I'm in dire need of laughs. All this school crap has gone on way too long for my liking and I need a break."
x x x x x x
Eileen was somewhat confused. She knew Melvin, like the other nerds, was not particularly fond of social events, but he'd gone so pale when she asked him to the dance! It wasn't even the "oh Lord it's a girl what do I do" kind of panic because they'd known each other long enough, she wasn't the kind of girl to inspire nervousness in a male nerd, she was a nerd herself! Either he really had something against Eileen (which she thought wasn't true, and slightly hoped also), or he was up to something.
She decided to get her think on and, if she could pluck up the courage, confront him about it.
((Oh hello there filler post!))
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Post by Memai on Jun 27, 2011 7:39:21 GMT -5
(( I'm making Eileen/Melvin official. IDCare what you guys say ;____; ))
Melvin couldn't quite explain it. Not that anyone ever did, but this feeling was strange and new to him. Most nerds, when faced with something unfamiliar to them, would spend countless hours doing research and note-taking until they understood whatever it was that had puzzled them in the first place. Melvin was the same; the days (and nights) he spent online researching RPGs and character stats and how one could effectively make the most of our their experience points.
But the nerd had no experience points to add to this conundrum that had cooked up before him. He sighed, resting a cheek in his hand, his brows furrowed as he tried to wrap his head around this idea in his head; that a girl had willingly walked up to him and asked him to a dance. Not a fancy ballroom dance he'd get dragged off to sometimes like at weddings, but an actual, honest to god dance where other people of his age would bring dates and socialize.
Even if said girl in question was Eileen, someone who he had come to know as his friend, that still didn't change the fact that a girl had asked him out to a dance.
He drifted in and out of his daydreams throughout class, and since he was an excellent student in Mr.Galloway's class, the kindly (albeit drunk) teacher excused him.
Nothing fazed him, not even when the jocks threw crumpled pieces of paper at him (which they drew penises all over), not even when Mr. Galloway had called his name out three times, not even when Bucky whispered loudly asking if he was at all, alright.
He wasn't.
'Does she like me? She couldn't, she is a companion, a familiar! An ally! Surely, I couldn't pursue such things with an ally!' He frowned even more in confusion, 'But a knight does need his la--- What am I saying? Oh man, if there's anything I know about falling for your ally, I've learned from RPGs.'
He let out a heavy breath.
'And that usually ends up with one murdering the other. Like Arthas and Jaina!'
He looked over to the classroom door, catching a peek at the silhouettes of students who were making their way through the halls, "I wonder... if she does?"
"Something you'd like to share with the class, Mr. O'Connor?" Mr. Galloway spoke, but in a kinder tone than his colleagues and he certainly had no intent to punish the boy.
But that look on his red, round face was amusing as ever.
x x x x x
The hallways always had a certain buzz of energy to it, the unclear mumblings of students who passed by, sometimes Peanut would overhear bits and pieces of fleeting conversations.
"Yeah, he's totally going to go to the dance with her!"
"Oh man, I would die if Chaplin asked me out!"
"I bet she wouldn't, she looks like a man."
"Why do we need dances anyway? That's just stupid."
The greaser smiled to himself. It would be a lie if he had said he wasn't thinking about the upcoming event. He wasn't as preoccupied with it as some of the girls (and guys) in the school, but the thought has invaded his mind a little more than he would've liked. Secretly, he quite liked these dances, especially when the girls didn't wear heels and they didn't tower over him in the photos.
He liked the dancing, the hanging out in the back of the building, smoking. Maybe awkwardly walking in on a couple and laughing about it with the boys afterwards. Hell, he liked it when the broads he asked out would giggle shyly and say, "Yeah, 'course."
He had an idea on who he was going to ask out. He had several ideas, actually, thankfully none of them involving Lola this time. Sort of like having several back-up plans. He knew to keep his distance away from Amy G., he knew Tony had the incredibly loin-aching hots for her (even though, really, everyone else did too), and probably had asked her already. And he absolutely knew that his first choice of a date wasn't ever going to respond, she hardly spoke to anyone as is.
He walked through the hallways, lost in his thoughts, when he caught sight of Tony at his locker.
"'Eyy!" Peanut greeted, "What's shakin'?"
Tony shrugged, it had been an average day, except for the annoying chattering about that stupid dance. Did no one have a hobby in this school? Are they always preoccupied with silly things like these?
"Everyone's talkin' 'bout the dance," Peanut smiled, leaning against the locker, "I bet'cha asked 'er out already, din'ya?"
"Who?" The Italian gripped his books a little tighter and sure as hell avoided any form of eye contact, "I no know what you mean."
"Amy, man. Amy G., long leggy Latina sex goddess on the Bullworth cheer team," the other greaser joked, punching his friend in his forearm as a gesture of playfulness, "I bet her panties dropped when you asked, huh?"
"Not right to think of girl that way."
'così fastidioso!' the other boy thought, 'Even HE is talking about it?'
"So, whatd'ja say to her? Did she say yes?"
Tony gave a knowing glance at Peanut and simply said one word to shut his friend up (and maybe have his own brand of fun), "How about Roxy?"
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 28, 2011 14:15:32 GMT -5
With a tiny squeal of excitement, Amy threw her arms around her friend. "That's awesome! Thanks, Chap!"
This, she thought, was perfect. There was a chance that Chaplin would take her to the dance, and everyone would have a good time and no one would suspect a thing. Or, he'd have to bail at the last minute, and all Amy can do is shrug her shoulders and go with her friends, and everyone would still have a good time. Part of her hoped that that would be the case - if Tony saw her with Chaplin, he might get the wrong idea. No good would come from that.
But, she'd worry about that later. For now, everything was just fine.
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Jean-Louis stomped the remains of his cigarette into the cement with more force than was necessary. He slumped back against the wall of the Auto Shop, and Neil gave a small chuckle.
"S'not too bad," the scruffy man reassured him, before taking another drag of his cigarette. "It'll be over before you know it, trust me."
"I guess," sighed Jean-Louis.
"Homecoming's the one you gotta worry about," said Neil. "Place goes apeshit on Homecoming - and Crabblesnitch always puts me on chaperon duty."
Jean-Louis glanced down at his companion. The mysterious grime stains that covered his clothes made him look haggard and tough. A stark contrast to the Ivorian's clean, white suits and spotless glasses. But, Neil was one of the few faculty members that Jean-Louis could stand, and he often stole away to have a smoke with him during his free periods.
"I can imagine," Jean-Louis said.
Neil spat at the ground, and held up a hand to the taller man. "Gotta check on my class."
With that, he went around to the Auto Shop's entrance, and poked his head in. His slick-haired pupils were all absorbed in their various metal flying machine - with the exception of Peanut, who had Tony locked in a rather violent noogie. Neil gave a small shrug, and closed the door. Whatever it was, he didn't feel like getting into it. Tony probably deserved it, anyway.
((Yay filler~ Also, is it bad that I kind of want Will to stab Amy in the face for trying to take his man?))
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Post by hcatm42 on Jun 28, 2011 15:00:44 GMT -5
Clarissa stood in front of her locker, debating which books to take back to her dorm and which ones were better left here. If she could, Clarie would take them all with her. Think of all the studying she could get done! Unfortunately, that was a task easier said than done for a girl of her size and strength.
All day, the only thing people had been talking about was the upcoming dance. What was "fun" about being crammed into a hot, humid gym, dressed in unpractical attire, listening to horrible music and dancing? No. Clarie would spend that evening as she spent all other evenings; learning. Maybe, she mussed inwardly, she would play a session of G&G with her new friends, the nerds.
But what if someone asked me?
The thought appeared as if of its own volition. How ridiculous! Some breathing human being asking her to the dance of his own free will was beyond implausible. Clarie blushed. Though she tried to deny it, the idea of being asked to the dance was really... nice. Her inner hopeless romantic secretly dreamed it would be something like all those romance novels she had read. She, the unlikely nerd, would be asked by some suave, but tormented, young man. At first, she would say no; but eventually, he would convince her into and it would be the greatest night of her entire life.
Yeah right. Clarissa shook her head, as if she were trying to sake the daydream from her mind. She once again took up her thoughts of books and school work, and the trouble of deciding which books she would need that night.
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Post by cheshacatt on Jul 1, 2011 19:28:05 GMT -5
Having some time before she had to set off home, Eileen flopped on to the desk chair in Beatrice's dorm room as the other slid off her pink shoes and sat on her bed, both opening their chemistry textbooks for a little look-over the day's work. Of course Beatrice was well-versed in it already, but there was nothing wrong with some extra reading.
However, the two girls clearly had a little of something else on their minds. After a short discussion about alkane bonding, the conversation switched to the much more current topic.
"I've really been hoping Jimmy will ask me to go," Beatrice said as she flicked over a page of her textbook, "and I think I might have a chance! Like today, he was getting ready to fire a spitball at Dr Watts, and our eyes met for just a second, yet I felt a spark!"
Eileen grimaced. She really, really, really didn't want to have to break it to Beatrice that a) she didn't really have much chance of going anywhere with Jimmy and b) there was no reason why she should rationally want to go anywhere with Jimmy. As teenage boys went, he may have been a prime example of the uncouth stereotype.
"Maybe - maybe you should go with someone else?" As Eileen chimed in, she got a strange look from Beatrice. She coughed awkwardly and continued. "I mean, how about Bucky? I think he likes you."
Beatrice sighed dramatically. "Oh Eileen, you just don't understand! Bucky is my friend, but Jimmy - well, Jimmy is something else altogether! Oh, he makes me weak at the knees..."
Realising she could probably not make her friend see sense in that Jimmy was really nothing out of the ordinary and certainly not worth wasting a whole lot of time on, Eileen decided to change topic. "Hey, I talked to Melvin today, and he went really weird when I asked him if he wanted to go with me to the dance." Completely ignoring the first part of the sentence, Beatrice's eyes widened.
"You asked Melvin to the dance?!"
Taking a deep breath and feeling her knees begin to dance up and down, Eileen spoke. "As friends, Beatrice. Anyway, that's not the point, he went all pale and made some ambiguous excuse, I think maybe something might have happened-"
"Oh my gosh, Eileen, I don't know what to make of this!" Beatrice cut Eileen off, but thankfully, had apparently listened this time. "And that's odd. Maybe the guys just made plans that night. But Melvin? Really?!"
"We're friends, Beatrice!"
They bickered on for a while longer.
((Mmmmkay I may add more to this later but for now it's half one and I need sleep :3 Not a great post, let me know if you want me to change it in any way!))
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Post by cheshacatt on Jul 4, 2011 16:47:51 GMT -5
((Also is it cool if we next-day it soon? Unless anyone has something they want to finish off with :3 ))
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Post by professorpineapple on Jul 4, 2011 17:15:43 GMT -5
((Sounds good to me~))
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Post by cheshacatt on Jul 4, 2011 17:24:26 GMT -5
((Awesome! I'll give someone else a chance to post but if not I'll do one soon :3))
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Post by cheshacatt on Jul 7, 2011 6:03:02 GMT -5
((OKAY LOL I'M POSTING AGAIN sorry guys for making you see too much of my stuff D: ))
Morning, and Sebastian was quietly hoping that everyone had calmed down slightly about this silly dance. As soon as the posters were put up in the academy yesterday, everyone had suddenly become very excitable and horribly shallow. Not realising the irony as he took a look in the mirror before heading out (excellent as per usual, he thought smugly), he began his walk to Bullworth.
Sadly for him, the dance fever in the school had not quietened down, only escalated. Upon arriving, he immediately ran in to Pinky, Gord and Terrance, the first two loudly discussing what they would be wearing and how much it would cost, and Terrance looking decidedly bored. Pinky smiled up at Sebastian.
"Oh, good morning Sebastian! It's a wonderful day, don't you think?"
"Yes, it is."
Knowing better than to get a longer answer from Sebastian, or maybe just preoccupied with her own fancies, Pinky babbled on. "Are you going to the dance? If we stay out of the way of those smelly poor kids, it should be most fun!"
Sebastian sighed very self-importantly.
Oh dear.
x x x x x x
"Hey! Roxy." Judith slid up beside Roxy on their way to chemistry, Roxy looking forward to it and Judith dreading it.
Roxy smiled. "Oh, good morning Judy." The smile became confused. "Why the stealthy entrance, may I ask?"
"Do you think there'll be a DJ?"
Knowing what she was talking about as soon as she began Roxy answered. "... Yes, Judy, dances tend to require music."
"Do you think they'll let me be DJ?"
"Er, probably not. I don't think it's as easy as all that."
"But I want to be DJ."
Roxy looked perplexed. "Since when have you been interested in music?"
"Since, like, forever!" That was sort of true, but Judith's interest in music went as far as listening to songs she stumbled upon over the internet. "I have awesome taste in music."
Roxy giggled. "Perhaps, but you have no LPs." The two of them slowed down as they reached the chemistry room door which had not yet been unlocked. Hanging around by the lockers was a rather greasy-looking leather jacketed figure, the one and only...
Roxy blushed.
((Judith is bonkers, I hope I didn't butcher Roxy and Mems is cool with it and Seb is BETTER THAN YOU BECAUSE HE IS ABOVE FRIVOLOUS DANCES HAW HAW LOOK AT MY HIGH CLASS PROFILE. Basically he is acting this way not because I think it will make him more mature but because he is a snob.))
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Post by Memai on Jul 7, 2011 11:44:05 GMT -5
(( GUH I AM MORE THAN FINE WITH IT BAYBEE <333 Totes imagining Judy wanting to play this song at the dance ♥)) "Ooh~!" Judy slinked up to her friend with a fiendish look in her eyes, "See something you like there Roxy?" The smaller girl tensed up, trying her hardest to not look over at her object of admiration, "L...Like what?" She looked down, clutching her books closer against her chest, trying to hide her red face and sweaty palms."Have you asked him yet?" "Don't... don't be silly," Roxy braved a look up to Judy, "He probably won't go. Or ask me out." "D'uh!" Judy had said that a little louder than she would've liked, much to Roxy's embarrassment, as she caught a peek at Peanut glancing over at the girls momentarily, before continuing his conversation with his friends. "Of course he hasn't asked you out yet! Because he's too shy!" Judy really did try to encourage Roxy, she really wanted to be at the dance with her friends; what fun would it be if you went alone? She wasn't mopey and depressed like Constantinos, no way."Don't be daft," Roxy managed quietly, "I'm sure he has better things to d---!" She could barely finish her sentence before Judith had grabbed her friend by the arm and marched straight into the direction of the group of idling greasers.
(...who were all out and about early, how peculiar.)x x x x x "So then this guy just goes wacko! He starts like, biting Tony and shit like some dog!" Peanut retold the story his friend had related to him earlier on in the week, obviously still excited over the burnt greaser's fight with a psycho from Gentlemen's 9th."No way! That's gross!" Lucky stuck his tongue out in disgust to illustrate this point, "How'd ya manage, Tony?" The usually quiet greaser rolled his shoulders, lit a cigarette and shrugged, "He was no fighter. Just punk." The other two greasers nodded; Tony may not look like much, but they were always surprised to hear about the sorts of fights he got into. And hell, for all they knew, the kids at Gentlemen's 9th were trouble just by walking into the door, they could barely imagine the sort of fight that would've ensued, and the great lengths Tony went to get out of it.
But their valiant tales came to an awkward end when Judith had marched up to them.
Now, they normally had no problems with the non-clique students; they never flaunted their wealth and cared little for weird status items like boats and horses and shit. But Judith was always read as being a little well...
...bonkers."What is up, my brothers?" They noticed a smaller girl next to Judith, one who was hiding her face and looking so miserably awkward around them, the other greasers kind of felt sorry for her a little.Lucky, being the friendlier member, returned the salutation, "All good, what's up?" But Judith's attention went straight for the taller greaser, Peanut, "Peabody, I have heard interesting things about you, my man." "You have?" He raised an eyebrow, there was no telling what was going to happen dealing with this girl."Yeah, plenty! But here, my good buddy Roxy here needs to talk to you." "What? No! Judy!" The English girl protested quietly, "No, no, it's quite alright. We can just head over there, by the door, away from them, no need to bother these gentlemen." "I don't think---" Peanut tried to reason with the loon, but it seemed she wanted to persist with her little plot."Roxy here has something important to tell you!" "No, no I don't." "Really?" Growing unamused at the girls' antics, the greaser folded his arms across his chest, "Better say it, 'fore she forgets." "I umm..." Roxy didn't know how to respond, she had been avoiding eye contact with this guy all week and she dreaded the idea that he would've caught her spying on him in class and thinking she was some sort of crazy stalker girl (Facebook picture browsing isn't stalking if there are no privacy settings, mind you!). But now she was pushed to the front and had to say something at this point.
Courage, she thought, was a lot harder to muster up than one would think.
Despite an already well-rehearsed speech ready in her mind, what came out of her mouth was completely and utterly different."So? What is it?" The greaser pressed on."Love... Love... Lovely weather, today." Roxy could immediately feel regret kick her swiftly in the face.
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Post by professorpineapple on Jul 7, 2011 23:10:04 GMT -5
Peanut hoped he looked as cool as he thought he did - he felt his chest tighten at the sight of the timid little English girl, but he tried not to show it, especially in front of the guys. One of Johnny Vincent's boys, going all gooey over some broad? Ridiculous.
Besides, he didn't know if he could trust her weird, bespectacled companion. This was probably some kind of set-up, or just something really, really stupid.
And not at all related to the dance. Nope, not at all. Never in a million years.
"So? What is it?" The greaser added some vague annoyance to his tone, for effect. He tried not to get his hopes up.
"Love..."
What.
"...Love..."
No way...
"Lovely weather, today."
Fuck. Everything.
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Melvin shuffled along toward his music class, with his head down and his mind somewhere far, far away. Well, maybe not that far away, comparatively - Melvin wasn't delving into deep and mystical caverns in search of fabled treasures, or riding his dragonmount over the Valley of the Elves. Instead, he found himself in a much more bizarre and mysterious place: the mind of a girl.
Eileen Twombly, to be specific. What on Earth could she have been thinking, to have asked him out like that? The thought had plagued him all night. Melvin had never been asked to attend any sort of social event with a girl - as friends or otherwise - and he still wasn't quite sure how to react. On top of that, there was Earnest's master plan, that EIleen had no idea about. That, he knew, needed to be fixed at once. Eileen was a trusted ally, after all. They needed her - they needed all the help they could get.
But, what if she didn't like the plan? The dark-haired girl had seemed to giddy over the whole prospect of a school dance. Girls loved that sort of thing, as far as Melvin could tell. Maybe she wouldn't want to help them. Maybe she would be sorely disappointed, absolutely and utterly crushed. Melvin didn't know if he could break the news to her.
A metallic banging brought the fat boy back to reality. The locker door he'd just passed gave a weak shutter, and Melvin almost instinctively recognized it as one of his own. He pulled the door opened, and out tumbled a gawky little brunette.
"Ohthankgod," gasped a very shaken Hobbes. "I thought I was gonna asphyxiate in there or something. I was in there for like an hour and no one was coming for me and I almost missed--"
"Fret not, my loyal squire," Melvin interjected, and raised his chin with pride. It was most ungentlemanly for him to cut the smaller boy off like that, but Hobbes could go on forever and Melvin didn't want to wait. "A knight always repays his debts."
Hobbes gave a small smile, and let Melvin help him to his feet. He began to dust himself off, but stopped suddenly. His smile faltered, and he squinted up at his upperclassman. "But, you've not indebted to me. I don't think."
"Hm. I suppose you're right." Melvin made a show of putting his hand to his chin, as though suddenly deep in thought. "In that case, could you do me a small favor?"
"Of course! What is my quest?"
Melvin opened his mouth to give the command, when he caught sight of something blue in his peripheral vision.
"It's poundcake time!"
The green-sweatered pair bolted.
Over his shoulder, Melvin shouted, "TellEileenaboutthething!"
He hoped that Hobbes heard him
((Hope I didn't OOC anyone too bad D: ))
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