06-29-2014, 06:45 PM
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| urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Text Cut: Agatha and STOMPING SUITS Quote:
Originally Posted by Hey Ju Still panting, the girl finally managed to fix her hair again - or so she thought - and looked around to see if she could see where her cat had gone. She wasn't able to continue her thorough search, though, because she was interupted by this random guy standing there.
The third year stared hard at him before asnwering his silly question. "I wasn't talking to you." She snapped, gaving her hair one last flip to make sure it was alright - which surely was notreally. "My cat's--" No, she wasn't going to tell that guy that her cat had ran away from her. She'd never embarrass herself like that. "Nevermind." It was all the girl mumbled before walking around the area trying to find her pet. "Come BACK here right NOW!" Quote:
Originally Posted by Suits of Armour INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!
Feeling the presence of an unwanted visitor within, the suit of armor jumped off its stand and began STOMPING about the corridor.
OUT YOU FOUL BEAST! OUT! STOMP STOMP STOMP! Feisty. Smirk.
And why was she flicking her hair so much? And trying to fix it? Not that she was getting very far but that wasn't something Grayson was about to tell her. Not when he was yet to find out why she was here and calling him a la--
Oh? A cat? "You called a cat lady? Out of all the names in the history of catverse and you decide to go for lady?!" Maybe he should give her some credit because she hadn't gone for a namby pamby name like fluffy or whiskers. That didn't sound very threatening. Shrugging, he watched as she walked around, trying to find this lady cat of--
HOLY.
FREAKING.
MERLIN! "AAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Grayson JUMPED back from the suits as one of the ANIMATED. Uh huh! This was NOT a figment of his imagination! IT. WAS. WALKING. Or stomping, from what he could tell. And to think all he'd done was take out his wand. What was he meant to do? Say hi? Make a joke? Ask the armour if it had lived through a fair few battles? What? "What should we do?" he asked to the crazy cat lady over there.
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