[Entry 2] [Saguru] [In person - Storage Closet]
[Upstairs, there is a frustrated wail from the storage room, and the sound of the storage door slamming.]
YOU LOT ATE THE FISHING LINE?!
[if anyone pokes their head up to investigate, Saguru has slumped down just outside the storage room's door with a fishing pole leaned against the door. He's holding up a black tribble, with five or six others rustling over to cuddle up against him.]
You're just lucky you don't seem to be edible -
[He eyes it hard for a moment, and then the urge to kill visible deflates.]
Gah. If only Watson were here, I could get quail or something off the grounds...
YOU LOT ATE THE FISHING LINE?!
[if anyone pokes their head up to investigate, Saguru has slumped down just outside the storage room's door with a fishing pole leaned against the door. He's holding up a black tribble, with five or six others rustling over to cuddle up against him.]
You're just lucky you don't seem to be edible -
[He eyes it hard for a moment, and then the urge to kill visible deflates.]
Gah. If only Watson were here, I could get quail or something off the grounds...