[Thread] Kick Him When He's Down
Who: One (
oneto_one), Two (
twoto_two), and Henry (
h_townshend)
What: Henry is out and about in the castle and has a run in with two of his least favorite people. XD;
When: Saturday night, after the fish fiasco
Where: The ninth floor, and then the elevator. Claustrophobia ftw ;D
Rating: R
Well...now that that was over with.
The fish were all gone from room 904 after a long afternoon of begging, cajoling and pleading people to take them. It had taken Henry a little while longer to get the room straightened up after they were all gone, and then it was time for dinner.
Well, technically it was past time for dinner, but one had to make certain allowances for massive amounts of koi being evacuated from one's room. Soren and Crowley could just deal with dinner being a little late. They could deal, or they could deal with whatever the ghosts saw fit to bring up for them. That was all there was to it.
After everything was just so again (because Henry's OCD would have it no other way), he reached down to scratch Dipper behind the ears. The dog was still a mess of hearts and an unnatural color, but at least he was happy. The dalmation's tail wagged affectionately as Henry scratched him. "Be good while I'm gone." Dipper proceeded to sit down and start gnawing on his own leg, trying to work out an itch. Henry took that as a "sure thing, boss" and left it at that.
"Anthony, I'll be back," Henry called back over his shoulder as he straightened back up. He slid his boots on near the door, checked to make sure that the collar of his long-sleeved shirt was covering the garish numbers carved into the back of his neck, and then slipped outside into the hallway. He headed immediately for the stairwell. To anyone living in the real world, it might seem rather ludicrous to walk down eight flights of stairs to reach the kitchen, but Henry was used to it after three long months. That, and he utterly refused to use the elevator. Just the thought of it made him shudder, his claustrophobia rearing up.
His thoughts turned to dinner as he moved toward the door leading to the stairs. Sometimes it was a bit of a challenge to find something to make that he hadn't already made a million times before. What to do for tonight....?
At least he didn't have to bring his axe along on every trip anymore. Thank goodness the robots were gone....
oneto_one), Two (
twoto_two), and Henry (
h_townshend)
What: Henry is out and about in the castle and has a run in with two of his least favorite people. XD;
When: Saturday night, after the fish fiasco
Where: The ninth floor, and then the elevator. Claustrophobia ftw ;D
Rating: R
Well...now that that was over with.
The fish were all gone from room 904 after a long afternoon of begging, cajoling and pleading people to take them. It had taken Henry a little while longer to get the room straightened up after they were all gone, and then it was time for dinner.
Well, technically it was past time for dinner, but one had to make certain allowances for massive amounts of koi being evacuated from one's room. Soren and Crowley could just deal with dinner being a little late. They could deal, or they could deal with whatever the ghosts saw fit to bring up for them. That was all there was to it.
After everything was just so again (because Henry's OCD would have it no other way), he reached down to scratch Dipper behind the ears. The dog was still a mess of hearts and an unnatural color, but at least he was happy. The dalmation's tail wagged affectionately as Henry scratched him. "Be good while I'm gone." Dipper proceeded to sit down and start gnawing on his own leg, trying to work out an itch. Henry took that as a "sure thing, boss" and left it at that.
"Anthony, I'll be back," Henry called back over his shoulder as he straightened back up. He slid his boots on near the door, checked to make sure that the collar of his long-sleeved shirt was covering the garish numbers carved into the back of his neck, and then slipped outside into the hallway. He headed immediately for the stairwell. To anyone living in the real world, it might seem rather ludicrous to walk down eight flights of stairs to reach the kitchen, but Henry was used to it after three long months. That, and he utterly refused to use the elevator. Just the thought of it made him shudder, his claustrophobia rearing up.
His thoughts turned to dinner as he moved toward the door leading to the stairs. Sometimes it was a bit of a challenge to find something to make that he hadn't already made a million times before. What to do for tonight....?
At least he didn't have to bring his axe along on every trip anymore. Thank goodness the robots were gone....