[ That, dear princess, is the sound of a weary General walking up the front steps of the bakery and promptly slumping to the ground before he can open the door and demand his candy. Sounds like this. Fwump. ]
[ answering her would've been much better thank you. don't worry she is abandoning the candy in order to investigate that noise... promptly scowling, struggling to get him standing and drag him back inside...
why do I tag before bed.erythrosiApril 23 2010, 06:46:03 UTC
[ actually he's waiting for that lecture. Don't disappoint, princess.
and sorry his feet are all shuffly and he's leaning so much on her, but he does find enough strength somewhere to at least attempt making it to the nearest comfy surface. mumblemumble. ]
.w. /waves nightnight to kiku ♥erythrosiApril 23 2010, 07:04:54 UTC
[ did you know your General's really a four year old, princess? If he had the strength, that frown would've been accompanied by a childish flinging of limbs. ]
No fair. [ but all he manages is flopping onto his side on convenient bakery couch, eyes shut before his feet ever leave the floor. there's scrapes, bruises, some deep cuts here and there (injuries to be updated once a certain log is completed), but the most obvious is his exhaustion. Too tired to pout for cotton candy, this is serious. ]
:3 sleep well dearregalitasApril 23 2010, 07:10:58 UTC
[ oh yes she does know. she will save the lecture for after she has finished making sure he doesn't bleed out, eyes glancing over to survey the extent of the damage ]
And you believe I would be fair? [ she doesn't restrain the worried look as she knows his eyes are closed, fingers brushing over one of the deep cuts as lightly as she can manage ] If you behave, I may change my mind.
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will not lecture will not lecture ]
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and sorry his feet are all shuffly and he's leaning so much on her, but he does find enough strength somewhere to at least attempt making it to the nearest comfy surface. mumblemumble. ]
... 's my candy.
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thank god someone was smart enough to put a couch--or something equally comfy--in here, that she'll put him down on and shake her head ]
You're late, you don't get any. [ maybe ]
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No fair. [ but all he manages is flopping onto his side on convenient bakery couch, eyes shut before his feet ever leave the floor. there's scrapes, bruises, some deep cuts here and there (injuries to be updated once a certain log is completed), but the most obvious is his exhaustion. Too tired to pout for cotton candy, this is serious. ]
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And you believe I would be fair? [ she doesn't restrain the worried look as she knows his eyes are closed, fingers brushing over one of the deep cuts as lightly as she can manage ] If you behave, I may change my mind.
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