This is a bad idea and we should feel terrible
Characters: Fran (supermistfrog ) and Tsuna (onnicomprensivo )
When: August 3rd
Where: Around the carnival grounds, eventually to the Varia mansion
Rating: PG-13 for stupid and hilarity?
Summary: Apparently a little Tuna has never been drunk before. Froggy has played *all the games* and needed some entertainment. This was obviously the best solution.
[It was a bit before sunset, and Fran was pretty sure that he had played every single game in that entire carnival. The large sacks of stuffed animals, fried food, sweets and drinks certainly laid testament to his adventures, as did the huge frog hat on his head.]
[That stupid hat. Already he could feel his neck muscles getting sore. Hmph. He didn't even see the hat as a prize in the booth, the vendor could get sued for false advertising and-]
[Sigh. He had the hat back and that's that. At least no knives would come if he took it off at night.]
[Leaning back against a wall, Fran dropped the bags on the ground and decided it was time for a drink break. Popping open one of his many bottles of cola, he takes a long drink. Gotta wash down all that grease he shoved down his throat.]
[...That hat really was sweaty, you know.]
When: August 3rd
Where: Around the carnival grounds, eventually to the Varia mansion
Rating: PG-13 for stupid and hilarity?
Summary: Apparently a little Tuna has never been drunk before. Froggy has played *all the games* and needed some entertainment. This was obviously the best solution.
[It was a bit before sunset, and Fran was pretty sure that he had played every single game in that entire carnival. The large sacks of stuffed animals, fried food, sweets and drinks certainly laid testament to his adventures, as did the huge frog hat on his head.]
[That stupid hat. Already he could feel his neck muscles getting sore. Hmph. He didn't even see the hat as a prize in the booth, the vendor could get sued for false advertising and-]
[Sigh. He had the hat back and that's that. At least no knives would come if he took it off at night.]
[Leaning back against a wall, Fran dropped the bags on the ground and decided it was time for a drink break. Popping open one of his many bottles of cola, he takes a long drink. Gotta wash down all that grease he shoved down his throat.]
[...That hat really was sweaty, you know.]