Oh but in the eyes of God, we said our vows before the pews~
DATE: Day 57
CHARACTER(S): Bob hailhydra, Pip Bernadotte french_braid
STATUS: Incomplete/Closed
SUMMARY: Directly after this thread, Pip decides that it's time to stop talking to the bottom of the bed and start talking to. A puppy. Well, okay, Pip.
LOCATION: Cabin 402
Puppies were cute. Pip liked puppies. In fact, he wouldn't dare to harm a single one (even Alucard when he was doing his freaky-deaky whatever-you'd-call-it). But sometimes there were just lines that had to be drawn, especially in younger pups. They just needed to learn the boundaries. They needed to be guided.
Bob just chewed the fuck out of two pillows, a blanket, and had gotten dog fur on everything.
So Pip was going to guide him.
"I would never do such a zing to you, 'ow about zat? Scout's 'onor."
"...really?"
Pip's hand was searching under the bed the moment the "puppified" Bob lowered his guard. With a victorious grunt, Pip yanked his arm back, dragging with him a very startled little puppy that looked like even a housefly could kick its' ass. "Really."
The Frenchman stood to his feet, holding the poor little Bob up by the collar of his neck, letting his little legs dangle in the air. "Now," Pip breathed, a very pleasant expression on his face, though there was a very tiny (almost unnoticeable!) twitch under his left eye. "We are goin' to take a tour of our room, 'ow does zat sound?"
CHARACTER(S): Bob hailhydra, Pip Bernadotte french_braid
STATUS: Incomplete/Closed
SUMMARY: Directly after this thread, Pip decides that it's time to stop talking to the bottom of the bed and start talking to. A puppy. Well, okay, Pip.
LOCATION: Cabin 402
Puppies were cute. Pip liked puppies. In fact, he wouldn't dare to harm a single one (even Alucard when he was doing his freaky-deaky whatever-you'd-call-it). But sometimes there were just lines that had to be drawn, especially in younger pups. They just needed to learn the boundaries. They needed to be guided.
Bob just chewed the fuck out of two pillows, a blanket, and had gotten dog fur on everything.
So Pip was going to guide him.
"I would never do such a zing to you, 'ow about zat? Scout's 'onor."
"...really?"
Pip's hand was searching under the bed the moment the "puppified" Bob lowered his guard. With a victorious grunt, Pip yanked his arm back, dragging with him a very startled little puppy that looked like even a housefly could kick its' ass. "Really."
The Frenchman stood to his feet, holding the poor little Bob up by the collar of his neck, letting his little legs dangle in the air. "Now," Pip breathed, a very pleasant expression on his face, though there was a very tiny (almost unnoticeable!) twitch under his left eye. "We are goin' to take a tour of our room, 'ow does zat sound?"