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BrightestWitch · 09-12-2010, 11:07 PM

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Originally Posted by Blackened

Teagan smiled and was just about to return the pat when Bueller decided to make fun of the doomed pumpkin even further. "There's nothing brave about that, look at the poor thing! It's pathetic!" He complained, touching the pumpkin soldier in a caring, faraway manner. It took him a while to snap out of it, but eventually he straightened up and whipped his head around. "What if Masterson sees this? Have you thought of that before you went on your killing spree?" Teagan reprimanded his friend, though his tone was mellow.

"What IS it made of then?" Teagan asked, expecting to hear some other animal's name. Probably a baby seal or something. Bueller was just Bueller, he couldn't help himself. Either way, he caught the football and tossed it back with extremely sharp reflexes.

Bueller watched with a raised eyebrow as Teagan caressed the pumpkin. “Teagan, look around, there are a million other pumpkins just like that one. I doubt Masterson will miss it.” Bueller was confident in his words as he proceeded to walk away from the crime scene.

Turning back to answer Teagan’s question Bueller’s stomach was met with the football, which caused him to hunch forward, “Watch it! You could have killed me!” he yelped as he rubbed his aching stomach.

Not daring to throw the ball back to Teagan he cradled it with his right arm, “Well, back in the day the ball was covered in pig’s bladder, hence why it is referred to as pigskin. Now. . .I don’t know man, it’s made out of some synthetic material." Bueller didn't understand why it mattered, "Sometimes it’s made of leather”, he said as he held up a hand to calm his friend down, “but don’t worry this ball is Teagan friendly. No pigs were harmed in the manufacturing of this ball.” said Bueller as he flashed his friend a large smile.

Bueller hadn’t the faintest idea as to what exactly his football was made of, for all he knew it was made of hippogriff butt, but what Teagan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Bueller didn’t have time to worry about the consequences of his lies; he’d worry about that in the after life.

09-12-2010, 11:07 PM	#417 (permalink)
BrightestWitch Erumpent Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: The Golden Coast Posts: 33,761 Hogwarts RPG Name: Bueller B. Betsworth Fifth Year	Jor!Jor! Queen Hermidana Quote: Originally Posted by Blackened Teagan smiled and was just about to return the pat when Bueller decided to make fun of the doomed pumpkin even further. "There's nothing brave about that, look at the poor thing! It's pathetic!" He complained, touching the pumpkin soldier in a caring, faraway manner. It took him a while to snap out of it, but eventually he straightened up and whipped his head around. "What if Masterson sees this? Have you thought of that before you went on your killing spree?" Teagan reprimanded his friend, though his tone was mellow. "What IS it made of then?" Teagan asked, expecting to hear some other animal's name. Probably a baby seal or something. Bueller was just Bueller, he couldn't help himself. Either way, he caught the football and tossed it back with extremely sharp reflexes. Bueller watched with a raised eyebrow as Teagan caressed the pumpkin. “Teagan, look around, there are a million other pumpkins just like that one. I doubt Masterson will miss it.” Bueller was confident in his words as he proceeded to walk away from the crime scene. Turning back to answer Teagan’s question Bueller’s stomach was met with the football, which caused him to hunch forward, “Watch it! You could have killed me!” he yelped as he rubbed his aching stomach. Not daring to throw the ball back to Teagan he cradled it with his right arm, “Well, back in the day the ball was covered in pig’s bladder, hence why it is referred to as pigskin. Now. . .I don’t know man, it’s made out of some synthetic material." Bueller didn't understand why it mattered, "Sometimes it’s made of leather”, he said as he held up a hand to calm his friend down, “but don’t worry this ball is Teagan friendly. No pigs were harmed in the manufacturing of this ball.” said Bueller as he flashed his friend a large smile. Bueller hadn’t the faintest idea as to what exactly his football was made of, for all he knew it was made of hippogriff butt, but what Teagan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Bueller didn’t have time to worry about the consequences of his lies; he’d worry about that in the after life. __________________ mischief managed.