I blame you Sareh for this...
Why did I have to think of this concept? WHY?! taking a small break from Bunnitas....
Terra wasn't sure why he was here, in a room with the ever so muscular, ever so "brilliant", ever so amazing...Gaston. The three secretaries he had out front couldn't stop talking about him. Or drooling. The thought passed through Terra's mind as he rubbed one of his temples. Was he truly that desperate to seek love advice from Gaston?
The man was an under grad advisory, but he didn't advise any student on their road to graduation. No, he had his own..road that he traveled. One that usually involved wine, women, hunting, and women. Why Dean Mickey kept Gaston on as an adviser...Terra would never know. But here he was, sitting in Gaston's office that was covered with the heads of at least twenty different animals.
Terra waited in the office for about five minutes until he heard the door slam. He turned around behind him and saw Gaston waltzing him. There were three lipsticks marks on his face. The secretaries...
As the older gentleman wiped away the lipstick he asked, "So my boy, what can I help you with? A little filly you want to ...reign in, so to say? Hm?" Gaston sat down in his chair, taking out from his drawer a mirror to make sure his face was perfect...and his teeth.
Terra stared at him before rolling his eyes. "I'm trying to ask my best friend out but she--"
"Already has someone else? Don't worry, Son. I already have a plan that'll win you her heart and get you set on the path of marriage, love and a room filled with five sons. Now what you need to do is--"
Terra held up his hands. "No, no! I don't want marriage! I want--"
"Ohhhh.." Gaston cut him as he gave out a chuckle.
"You want a second girlfriend, or wife, whichever! My, my Son, you're heading down the path I was taking. It all began in the summer of '98. That's when I caught the wild boar above your head and I saw this women who had a very round, plump--"
"NO!" Terra slammed his hands down on the table, standing up. How in the world could this man be allowed to breathe?! Let alone have women drooling over him?!
"I just want to ask her out! One woman! That's all!"
Gaston stared at Terra, crossing a leg over the other as he leaned back in his chair.
"Why that's easy. If she reads books, tear them apart. Any other suitor comes up to them, make them feel inferior by showing off your guns."
Gaston paused there to do a demonstration for Terra before continuing on, "Tell her you'll the best she'll ever have. And if all else fails, hit her over the head, take her to Neverland and get married. That usually solves 90% of all dating problems."
By the time Gaston was through with his speech, Terra was on his way out the door.
Never again.
Terra wasn't sure why he was here, in a room with the ever so muscular, ever so "brilliant", ever so amazing...Gaston. The three secretaries he had out front couldn't stop talking about him. Or drooling. The thought passed through Terra's mind as he rubbed one of his temples. Was he truly that desperate to seek love advice from Gaston?
The man was an under grad advisory, but he didn't advise any student on their road to graduation. No, he had his own..road that he traveled. One that usually involved wine, women, hunting, and women. Why Dean Mickey kept Gaston on as an adviser...Terra would never know. But here he was, sitting in Gaston's office that was covered with the heads of at least twenty different animals.
Terra waited in the office for about five minutes until he heard the door slam. He turned around behind him and saw Gaston waltzing him. There were three lipsticks marks on his face. The secretaries...
As the older gentleman wiped away the lipstick he asked, "So my boy, what can I help you with? A little filly you want to ...reign in, so to say? Hm?" Gaston sat down in his chair, taking out from his drawer a mirror to make sure his face was perfect...and his teeth.
Terra stared at him before rolling his eyes. "I'm trying to ask my best friend out but she--"
"Already has someone else? Don't worry, Son. I already have a plan that'll win you her heart and get you set on the path of marriage, love and a room filled with five sons. Now what you need to do is--"
Terra held up his hands. "No, no! I don't want marriage! I want--"
"Ohhhh.." Gaston cut him as he gave out a chuckle.
"You want a second girlfriend, or wife, whichever! My, my Son, you're heading down the path I was taking. It all began in the summer of '98. That's when I caught the wild boar above your head and I saw this women who had a very round, plump--"
"NO!" Terra slammed his hands down on the table, standing up. How in the world could this man be allowed to breathe?! Let alone have women drooling over him?!
"I just want to ask her out! One woman! That's all!"
Gaston stared at Terra, crossing a leg over the other as he leaned back in his chair.
"Why that's easy. If she reads books, tear them apart. Any other suitor comes up to them, make them feel inferior by showing off your guns."
Gaston paused there to do a demonstration for Terra before continuing on, "Tell her you'll the best she'll ever have. And if all else fails, hit her over the head, take her to Neverland and get married. That usually solves 90% of all dating problems."
By the time Gaston was through with his speech, Terra was on his way out the door.
Never again.