Caritas, Sunday
Anders was just a little bit wibbly as he opened up tonight -- this was his first shift as a graduate, and no, none of that had sunk in yet.
His mortarboard had been beyond hope by the time the fight had ended yesterday, but he'd saved the tassel -- which was hanging over his left ear.
"One olive goes anywhere near that side of my head," he told Tino, "and I'm gonna start throwing cantaloupes."
[OOC: I am around, but slowish tonight owing to a Surprise Attack of Visiting Relatives. x.x]
His mortarboard had been beyond hope by the time the fight had ended yesterday, but he'd saved the tassel -- which was hanging over his left ear.
"One olive goes anywhere near that side of my head," he told Tino, "and I'm gonna start throwing cantaloupes."
[OOC: I am around, but slowish tonight owing to a Surprise Attack of Visiting Relatives. x.x]