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pundantic · 07-01-2013, 09:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

But?

....? But? But.... he didn't finish, and Aspen didn't ask. So that died as quick as it was born.

The last of the sandwich went into her mouth just as she finished stuffing away the last of his parchment. That only left the gum wrappers, which were less interesting, but worth noting.

"Do you chew gum because your breath is bad? Or just out of habit?" she asked, playing deaf to his request. Or, simply denying it, however he wanted to look at it.

He wanted his notes back, please. Ferris NEEDED those for work and such and the last thing he, um, needed was to have them taken away. Not that he would take them back forcefully. This girl frightened him. Human beings in general frightened him.

The more he waited, though, the more she stuffed his parchments into her pocket. He cringed with each stuff because it meant, you know, they would be wrinkled. Oh bother. Oh no, no, no.

Squeak! She was talking at him again. Why was she TALKING to him, didn't she know that conversation was an odd social conformity that made him break out into HIVES?! No, he supposed not because that would mean that he would have to tell her that.

OH! She wanted him to answer that, gulp. Like a question and answer type thing. Ferris continued to squeak his shoes and whispered, "H-h-habit." It helped keep his mouth busy when he gamed. For hours. And hours.

Now could he PLEASE have them back? Please?

07-01-2013, 09:44 PM	#25 (permalink)
pundantic MO Moke Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell Posts: 8,760 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year x4	Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN Quote: Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz But? ....? But? But.... he didn't finish, and Aspen didn't ask. So that died as quick as it was born. The last of the sandwich went into her mouth just as she finished stuffing away the last of his parchment. That only left the gum wrappers, which were less interesting, but worth noting. "Do you chew gum because your breath is bad? Or just out of habit?" she asked, playing deaf to his request. Or, simply denying it, however he wanted to look at it. He wanted his notes back, please. Ferris NEEDED those for work and such and the last thing he, um, needed was to have them taken away. Not that he would take them back forcefully. This girl frightened him. Human beings in general frightened him. The more he waited, though, the more she stuffed his parchments into her pocket. He cringed with each stuff because it meant, you know, they would be wrinkled. Oh bother. Oh no, no, no. Squeak! She was talking at him again. Why was she TALKING to him, didn't she know that conversation was an odd social conformity that made him break out into HIVES?! No, he supposed not because that would mean that he would have to tell her that. OH! She wanted him to answer that, gulp. Like a question and answer type thing. Ferris continued to squeak his shoes and whispered, "H-h-habit." It helped keep his mouth busy when he gamed. For hours. And hours. Now could he PLEASE have them back? Please? __________________