Town Hall, Tuesday
"Oh, you're here!" Bright Eyes chirped.
"Don't get all excited," Tamsin snapped, slamming the door shut behind her. And then again, just to make her point. "I got your papers back for you." She hurled the folder at Bright Eyes. Or what was left of it, anyway.
"I think a cat peed on it," she added. "I don't know, I threw it in the garbage."
She spun on her heel.
The folder hit her in the back of the head. "What the fu-- Oh, you have balls, I'll give you that."
Though when she looked back, Bright Eyes looked like she'd just been caught shitting the bed, and only biting down on her bottom lip was keeping her from yelling out an apology. Tamsin snarled. "You keep trying this, I'm going to kick you so hard in those balls they shoot up through your cooch and come out that mouth of yours."
"I told you, the paperwork has already been filed," Bright Eyes said plaintively.
Tamsin rolled her eyes. "If Mustache Boy's last words were so important to you, why not have an actual election? Find someone who actually wants the job."
Bright Eyes blinked, then started shaking her head rapidly. "Nooooo," she said, "Noooooo, we can't do that. Not after the last three times. It was bad. Volcanoes, Lava Gods, the Isle of IKEA--"
"Oh god, are you pouting?" Tamsin asked. Oh god, she was.
"It doesn't have to be permanent," Bright Eyes squeaked. "Please?"
Tamsin groaned. "You're pathetic."
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"Don't get all excited," Tamsin snapped, slamming the door shut behind her. And then again, just to make her point. "I got your papers back for you." She hurled the folder at Bright Eyes. Or what was left of it, anyway.
"I think a cat peed on it," she added. "I don't know, I threw it in the garbage."
She spun on her heel.
The folder hit her in the back of the head. "What the fu-- Oh, you have balls, I'll give you that."
Though when she looked back, Bright Eyes looked like she'd just been caught shitting the bed, and only biting down on her bottom lip was keeping her from yelling out an apology. Tamsin snarled. "You keep trying this, I'm going to kick you so hard in those balls they shoot up through your cooch and come out that mouth of yours."
"I told you, the paperwork has already been filed," Bright Eyes said plaintively.
Tamsin rolled her eyes. "If Mustache Boy's last words were so important to you, why not have an actual election? Find someone who actually wants the job."
Bright Eyes blinked, then started shaking her head rapidly. "Nooooo," she said, "Noooooo, we can't do that. Not after the last three times. It was bad. Volcanoes, Lava Gods, the Isle of IKEA--"
"Oh god, are you pouting?" Tamsin asked. Oh god, she was.
"It doesn't have to be permanent," Bright Eyes squeaked. "Please?"
Tamsin groaned. "You're pathetic."
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