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Who: Daxter, hopefully Kanda.
When: Morning. Early morning.
Where: Boys' dorm
What: Going to the source of a rooming problem.
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13, depending.
It was fragile plan. Actually, it was more of a whim- a very badly timed whim, given that was near one in the morning.
Daxter trudged down the hallway, looking as menacing as a fluffy, two-foot otter-weasel could, fully ready to ring this 'Kanda's' head until the guy agreed to take back the insufferable ring-worm. He didn't have to walk very far- apparently, the kid's current room was 108, only four down- but it was still a mission. And he made it look every bit like a mission, too. Or maybe a terrorist attack; depends on one's point of view: whether breaking into a dorm with a dull roar would be considered something a mustached high-jacker would do ...or an old lady.
It probably would have turned out better if Daxter could actually break down a door- as it was, he could just turn the knob and kick it. While this left him a little hurt in the foot, the former pest controller didn't try to show it; just walked steadily with a slight limp over to the bed, fully intent on smacking the roomie. Except it didn't work out that way, mainly because the ottsel got distracted by a... very odd smell. Faint, but there."... Well. Doesn't this place smell nice. Always did love the sewer." Didn't even remember to make a threat, address the issue, see if the guy was in the room, or give sarcastic remark-- that's what a sensitive nose did, after all. Provided utter distraction. Daxter failed.
When: Morning. Early morning.
Where: Boys' dorm
What: Going to the source of a rooming problem.
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13, depending.
It was fragile plan. Actually, it was more of a whim- a very badly timed whim, given that was near one in the morning.
Daxter trudged down the hallway, looking as menacing as a fluffy, two-foot otter-weasel could, fully ready to ring this 'Kanda's' head until the guy agreed to take back the insufferable ring-worm. He didn't have to walk very far- apparently, the kid's current room was 108, only four down- but it was still a mission. And he made it look every bit like a mission, too. Or maybe a terrorist attack; depends on one's point of view: whether breaking into a dorm with a dull roar would be considered something a mustached high-jacker would do ...or an old lady.
It probably would have turned out better if Daxter could actually break down a door- as it was, he could just turn the knob and kick it. While this left him a little hurt in the foot, the former pest controller didn't try to show it; just walked steadily with a slight limp over to the bed, fully intent on smacking the roomie. Except it didn't work out that way, mainly because the ottsel got distracted by a... very odd smell. Faint, but there."... Well. Doesn't this place smell nice. Always did love the sewer." Didn't even remember to make a threat, address the issue, see if the guy was in the room, or give sarcastic remark-- that's what a sensitive nose did, after all. Provided utter distraction. Daxter failed.