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StarShine · 09-01-2013, 01:57 PM

Text Cut: Ickler yet Benzi

Forrest reached a few centimetres in his way to help him--he'd heard the noise of collision there--but he stopped himself before the boy could notice. It was solely HIS fault that he'd hit his head. Forrest refused to help him. Picking the correct sweet was more important than someone who creeped up on people.

Hmpf.

So he'd lost the staring contest, but he didn't help him either. Choosing was hard though, because every sweet there was a miracle and he had limited money. Although he'd hate it, he might need his help--and the boy was soon directing a question to him.

"Love it," he answered without even thinking, as if he was offended by the question. "You?" The boy'd beaten him to asking something wise to judge the other, but Forrest could still win it.

09-01-2013, 01:57 PM	#13 (permalink)
StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Text Cut: Ickler yet Benzi Quote: Originally Posted by fire_faerie SO. MUCH. CANDY. Where was he even going to START?! They had everything he could ever want, and MORE. Mummy NEVER EVER EVER let him have all this stuff and she wasn't here so he could ea- "EEEAAAARRGGHH!" Benzi YELPED as something HEAVY landing on his foot and jumped out of the way, colliding headfirst with the glass of a compartment door. Blinking rapidly, he tried to get rid of the sudden stars in his vision only to see that the THING had actually been the BOY. WELL. That wasn't very nice, was it?! Benzi glared DAGGERS at him, folding his arms crossly over his chest, matching the boy in a glorious staring contest until the boy turned to the trolley lady - SUCCESS - and then to the sweets. Hmm. Benzi couldn't really stay mad at people who liked sugar as much as he did. Actually, Benzi found it difficult to stay mad in general so as his head stopped throbbing, so did his annoyance melt away. By the time the boy turned back to him, the eleven year old was all about the sweets at hand. But he couldn't just FORGIVE the boy. So Benzi decided to test him. "Bertie Botts - love it or hate it?" Forrest reached a few centimetres in his way to help him--he'd heard the noise of collision there--but he stopped himself before the boy could notice. It was solely HIS fault that he'd hit his head. Forrest refused to help him. Picking the correct sweet was more important than someone who creeped up on people. Hmpf. So he'd lost the staring contest, but he didn't help him either. Choosing was hard though, because every sweet there was a miracle and he had limited money. Although he'd hate it, he might need his help--and the boy was soon directing a question to him. "Love it," he answered without even thinking, as if he was offended by the question. "You?" The boy'd beaten him to asking something wise to judge the other, but Forrest could still win it.