Room 415, Saturday M..Aft... Shut Up
"Get uuuuuuuup..."
"No. Sod off!"
"Geeeet uuuuuuuuuuup..."
"No. Sod off!"
"Geeeeeeet uuuuuuuuuuuuuuup, I'm huuuuungry and if you don't I'll eat your Charlton Athletic badge..."
"You will not; it's metal."
Which didn't stop Ace from throwing a pillow at the small black talking cat curled up in her jacket.
"Geeeeeeeeet uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup..."
"There's bacon-flavour crisps on my desk; knock yourself out!"
Sticking her head back underneath the other pillow -- without bothering to ask why there was a small black talking cat curled up in her jacket -- drowned out the ensuing rattle and crunching pretty effectively, Ace decided.
[Mostly establishy because ahaha late, but open for SP if anyone wants to come knocking.]
"No. Sod off!"
"Geeeet uuuuuuuuuuup..."
"No. Sod off!"
"Geeeeeeet uuuuuuuuuuuuuuup, I'm huuuuungry and if you don't I'll eat your Charlton Athletic badge..."
"You will not; it's metal."
Which didn't stop Ace from throwing a pillow at the small black talking cat curled up in her jacket.
"Geeeeeeeeet uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup..."
"There's bacon-flavour crisps on my desk; knock yourself out!"
Sticking her head back underneath the other pillow -- without bothering to ask why there was a small black talking cat curled up in her jacket -- drowned out the ensuing rattle and crunching pretty effectively, Ace decided.
[Mostly establishy because ahaha late, but open for SP if anyone wants to come knocking.]