Cup of tea?
Who: Dru and Nicki
What: Possible tea party
Where: Dru’s room
When: Late night, before Spike
Warnings: Nicki has a juicer
[I didn’t type fast enough! I’m not sure what mayhap meant, so I threw this up here just incase. You can change whatever details if I’ve messed up! xD]
Nicki, thankfully, was already in Tony’s room where the Juicer was being kept. He usually stayed with Tony while he slept, or watched him sleep. He was odd and creepy like that. But now he flitted around the room picking things up as quiet as he could, ‘costumes’ he had put together, frilly hats, the Juicer of course, and a nice pair of fancy white gloves with blood splatters. You just didnt have tea without gloves. Last, with his violin under his arm, he slipped out of the room without waking his friend, who really didn’t want him on the loose with a Acme Juicer. Nobody did
He just followed the music, like a trail of dead stars down to the seventh floor. A bizzare sight, a boy from 1780 and his juicer and costumes. He tapped each door on the level like he was checking for the ripest fruit, until one of them felt right. Ah perfect, yes.
Nicki sat his things on the floor, and listened to the music from the girl that came from her mind and soul, then put his violin to his chin and mimicked the notes. Everyone had their music, but this one was louder and better, wonderful sad and mad notes.
What: Possible tea party
Where: Dru’s room
When: Late night, before Spike
Warnings: Nicki has a juicer
[I didn’t type fast enough! I’m not sure what mayhap meant, so I threw this up here just incase. You can change whatever details if I’ve messed up! xD]
Nicki, thankfully, was already in Tony’s room where the Juicer was being kept. He usually stayed with Tony while he slept, or watched him sleep. He was odd and creepy like that. But now he flitted around the room picking things up as quiet as he could, ‘costumes’ he had put together, frilly hats, the Juicer of course, and a nice pair of fancy white gloves with blood splatters. You just didnt have tea without gloves. Last, with his violin under his arm, he slipped out of the room without waking his friend, who really didn’t want him on the loose with a Acme Juicer. Nobody did
He just followed the music, like a trail of dead stars down to the seventh floor. A bizzare sight, a boy from 1780 and his juicer and costumes. He tapped each door on the level like he was checking for the ripest fruit, until one of them felt right. Ah perfect, yes.
Nicki sat his things on the floor, and listened to the music from the girl that came from her mind and soul, then put his violin to his chin and mimicked the notes. Everyone had their music, but this one was louder and better, wonderful sad and mad notes.