Quest for Belly Rubs, RP with anyone
Another day without detentions. There was seriously something wrong with the workings of Casper High.
Lancer tapped his red pencil on the stack of essays on his desk. The first major essay assignment. They were supposed to be graded by friday but frankly Lyonell was tired of reading unimaginative drivel. He'd been on-edge, nervous, stressed, tense, any of a number of descriptors.
So when the impulse to toss his pencil at the ceiling, pace a circle, and turn into something else cascaded over him he didn't put up more than a token resistence. Which is why a fat black cat was seen soon after wandering the not-entirely-empty halls of Casper High on the search for bellyrubs.
Lancer tapped his red pencil on the stack of essays on his desk. The first major essay assignment. They were supposed to be graded by friday but frankly Lyonell was tired of reading unimaginative drivel. He'd been on-edge, nervous, stressed, tense, any of a number of descriptors.
So when the impulse to toss his pencil at the ceiling, pace a circle, and turn into something else cascaded over him he didn't put up more than a token resistence. Which is why a fat black cat was seen soon after wandering the not-entirely-empty halls of Casper High on the search for bellyrubs.