Karla had been packing for her move to Haven, to spend a few months being an unofficial Queen to a village full of refugee Black Widows. Had been, however, because 'packing' apparently meant 'getting chased of her chambers by Helene and several other maids while they packed because no guest leaving SaDiablo Hall would ever be seen unpacking the
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Rare, rare moments, indeed. And so when he'd spotted the coven down below, he couldn't help but wheel around overhead. Because... well, he was a boy. That was just sort of a thing. And besides, the girls?
They were usually up to no good when they were all gathered together like that. So maybe if he just flew a little bit closer, he'd be able to see-
Oooooooooookay, no, Warren was just going to flap up and try to get some more altitude and hope the girls hadn't noticed him up there. What they were doing down there with those chocolate penises, he did not want to know.
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Karla was right in the middle of all of this, so it made this Warren's responsibility, dammit.
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*They just opened a package,* he reported back, in that thinking-too-loud way that they'd all figured out how to work around, just so long as there were people listening for it. *It's... um. Chocolate.*
Indeed it was.
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He was going to make you go look at it again.
Blame Karla.
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The fact that Warren hadn't reported what it was shaped like meant nothing, Kary! Nothing!
*Cock-shaped chocolate.*
He didn't even know that it had a filling, yet.
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*WHY DO THEY HAVE COCK-SHAPED CHOCOLATE, WARREN? WHY?!*
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Honestly, Khary! There was such a thing as too much information!
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Your honor as a Brother of the First Circle commands it, Warren!
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The great chocolate penis war of 2012 would live in infamy...
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Warren was seeing little in the way of huge, world-ending events. He could imagine a bit of squirming, but really, it was chocolate.
Chocolate melted.
And it was entirely possible that he was thinking a little too loudly when his brain noted, quite reasonably, that there were certain places he was pretty sure they wouldn't want that chocolate to melt.
Sorry, Khary.
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*WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT?!* Khary demanded, appalled. *You...that image...IT IS NEVER GOING AWAY.*
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... Well, it was true! And Warren was still getting the hang of this.
*Anyhow, the real question is what we're going to do about this!"
We, Khardeen. Not just Warren. We.
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*I was thinking 'panic' with a side of 'hide behind the High Lord'?* he suggested a few moments later, once the flailing was done.
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Honestly, Khary. It was all kinds of wrong, but it was still just chocolate.
*I think he'd make us regret that. I bet we could probably totally throw the girls off by grabbing the chocolate and running for the hills, though. They'd never expect it.*
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YOU HADN'T BEEN THERE WARREN. YOU COULDN'T JUDGE.
*If you decide that's our play, you're the one who heads to the hills. You're the fastest.*
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