Servants' Quarters common room, Saturday evening
Mutt was looking for something to eat. He walked across the common room, stepping on something flat and button-covered on his way.
The TV switched on, blaring, playing a rerun of the MILF Island finale, sending Mutt startling backwards into the couch, tumbling over the back, hat, comb, and knife flying.
After a long moment, he slowly lifted his head over the back of the couch, staring Kilroy style at the screen.
". . . Aliens."
Really, someone needed to get around to cluing the poor boy in that he was no longer even in the 20th century.
[ooc: as open as you all want it to be.]
The TV switched on, blaring, playing a rerun of the MILF Island finale, sending Mutt startling backwards into the couch, tumbling over the back, hat, comb, and knife flying.
After a long moment, he slowly lifted his head over the back of the couch, staring Kilroy style at the screen.
". . . Aliens."
Really, someone needed to get around to cluing the poor boy in that he was no longer even in the 20th century.
[ooc: as open as you all want it to be.]