[Fran slipped out of the cafeteria, stack of opaque paper cups in hand. The staff had been very understanding once he told them what the cups were needed for. ]

Hmn...what do you think, hat? Do we need more materials?

[Hat slipped forward in affirmation, clearly (and greedily) desiring the most elaborate set-up possible.Well, we won’t get ( Read more... )

Fran tugged the edge of his favourite cap forward in an attempt to prevent it from falling off his head (to give the thing credit, he was hanging upsidown, but, it was still a nuisance).

Plop.

Glazed teal eyes drifted downward, following the trail of his hat to where it sat on the floor, deep-green material shining in the sun. Its gaze met his own ( Read more... )