Jun 24, 2010 17:56
[The Blackberry was propped up on the desk, the heavy clomps of hooves are heard in the background.]
Get out!! You're too big to be in here!
I'm sorry, sir but the stables are too small....if I could ever find it.
[The large gray horse looks around then sniffs at the Blackberry with a snort.]
What is that thing?
It's called...um...a blackberry. Why it is called such is beyond me at the moment so please refrain from asking again.
[Ichabod gave a snooty expression then his eyes widened and froze.]
Why are you talking? And why are you...oh no...I would rather not think of the mess that you could leave behind. Come, let's get you out of here and into a proper locale.
Don't you want to know my name?
I know you. You're Gunpowder and you hit me on the head when we first met.
[Gunpowder sniffed the device again and bit down on it, cutting off the feed.]
comment: mello,
plot: his dark materials,
ichabod crane