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Hawken Terrell · 02-02-2010, 01:38 AM

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Originally Posted by Faerilicious

Madiison blinked at the boy before her. Weave? The silk? Stare.

"I was joking!" She claimed, still staring at the boy who clearly, could not see a joke when it stared at him in the face. Nobody weaved their own silk these days anyways. They had other people to do that for them.

She could TELL he was going to be a boring one, stuck on getting his silk. Maybe she should stick to the books.

The red let her eyes fall on the boy's fingers as they told her he needed approximately that amount of silk. Three inches? He wanted three inches of silk? "Why do you want that " Small "amount of silk?" Di asked, curious.

Because, clearly, that amount was useless.

Broccoli gave her a look; furrowed brow, confused eyes, corners of his mouth turned down in concentration; as if the idea of ‘joking’ had never occurred to him. “Joking…” if Broccoli had a sense of humor, one might think he was going to follow up with ‘what is this joking you speak of?’ Alas, a sense of humor was something that Broccoli desperately needed to acquire.

Just like the square of cloth. “What’s it for? Well,” he was about to burst out with ‘none of your business’ but decided it wouldn’t’ hurt to explain what he needed it for. “A small bag. Big enough to stick a toad in.” Yeah, let her ruminate on that for a while.

It seemed, that Broccoli just got weirder and weirder as the days went on.

02-02-2010, 01:38 AM	#441 (permalink)
Hawken Terrell Ramora Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: boycotting Posts: 5,194 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aden Broccoli Fifth Year	::squawks:: Rhinestone Ravvie Quote: Originally Posted by Faerilicious Madiison blinked at the boy before her. Weave? The silk? Stare. "I was joking!" She claimed, still staring at the boy who clearly, could not see a joke when it stared at him in the face. Nobody weaved their own silk these days anyways. They had other people to do that for them. She could TELL he was going to be a boring one, stuck on getting his silk. Maybe she should stick to the books. The red let her eyes fall on the boy's fingers as they told her he needed approximately that amount of silk. Three inches? He wanted three inches of silk? "Why do you want that " Small "amount of silk?" Di asked, curious. Because, clearly, that amount was useless. Broccoli gave her a look; furrowed brow, confused eyes, corners of his mouth turned down in concentration; as if the idea of ‘joking’ had never occurred to him. “Joking…” if Broccoli had a sense of humor, one might think he was going to follow up with ‘what is this joking you speak of?’ Alas, a sense of humor was something that Broccoli desperately needed to acquire. Just like the square of cloth. “What’s it for? Well,” he was about to burst out with ‘none of your business’ but decided it wouldn’t’ hurt to explain what he needed it for. “A small bag. Big enough to stick a toad in.” Yeah, let her ruminate on that for a while. It seemed, that Broccoli just got weirder and weirder as the days went on. __________________