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astrocat · 06-07-2021, 05:45 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Everything was FiNe. His name was FIN(N)Eas Schmoe, after all. Just a little hot chocolate spillage, aisle one, nothing he couldn't clean up later. What mattered was that Ms. Fox had her hot chocolate and Finneas had a cup of tea waiting for himself on his desk and now he could sit down and not be a safety hazard to everyone and everything around him. All was well.

Sort of.

He bobbed his head as Ashley spoke, hoping to show he was listening attentively. Stick it to the man. What an interesting notion. One Finneas could understand the merit of, but he certainly hoped there was more reason to be--

Ah.

"A much simpler question indeed," Finneas blew on his tea, hoping to cool it down as he thought about the question. For Finneas, the question of wanting to be here was simple. The question of 'Should I be here?' was the more difficult one. "Is it, er, is it a question you hope to answer?"

ok then. The hot chocolate problem seemed to be over. Pity, maybe, because Schmoe try to listen and be well-coordinated at the same time would never get old.

Did Schmoe know that she didn't know how to do anything but fight? That might be relevant information. Ehhh, he probably knew it already. It was obvious in her every action. In her constant equal opposite reactions. Or whatever. Something like that.

That was why she was here. Going home or getting hurt too bad was defeat, and Ash never accepted defeat, like, ever. "I only want to answer the question if the answer is yes. If the answer is no, then I'm not going to answer it until the answer is yes." Because what would saying "I don't want to be here and I need to go home" mean? It would mean defeat. And she didn't survive this long here to fail now, when everything was calm.

She took a big gulp of way-too-hot-cocoa, completely ignoring the pain. "I'm not going to leave if I made it this far." Especially when that was what everyone else seemed to want her to do.

06-07-2021, 05:45 PM	#15 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,139 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brandon Fox Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Third Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Everything was FiNe. His name was FIN(N)Eas Schmoe, after all. Just a little hot chocolate spillage, aisle one, nothing he couldn't clean up later. What mattered was that Ms. Fox had her hot chocolate and Finneas had a cup of tea waiting for himself on his desk and now he could sit down and not be a safety hazard to everyone and everything around him. All was well. Sort of. He bobbed his head as Ashley spoke, hoping to show he was listening attentively. Stick it to the man. What an interesting notion. One Finneas could understand the merit of, but he certainly hoped there was more reason to be-- Ah. "A much simpler question indeed," Finneas blew on his tea, hoping to cool it down as he thought about the question. For Finneas, the question of wanting to be here was simple. The question of 'Should I be here?' was the more difficult one. "Is it, er, is it a question you hope to answer?" ok then. The hot chocolate problem seemed to be over. Pity, maybe, because Schmoe try to listen and be well-coordinated at the same time would never get old. Did Schmoe know that she didn't know how to do anything but fight? That might be relevant information. Ehhh, he probably knew it already. It was obvious in her every action. In her constant equal opposite reactions. Or whatever. Something like that. That was why she was here. Going home or getting hurt too bad was defeat, and Ash never accepted defeat, like, ever. "I only want to answer the question if the answer is yes. If the answer is no, then I'm not going to answer it until the answer is yes." Because what would saying "I don't want to be here and I need to go home" mean? It would mean defeat. And she didn't survive this long here to fail now, when everything was calm. She took a big gulp of way-too-hot-cocoa, completely ignoring the pain. "I'm not going to leave if I made it this far." Especially when that was what everyone else seemed to want her to do.