[Room 307, After Spy Tech]
Weiss returned from class to an acrid, awful smell. His smoking monkey was dangling a cigarette from its lips. "Close the goddamn door, kid. You raised in a barn or something."
Weiss closed the door.
And then the monkey offered him a smoke. Weiss tossed it out and took all of the monkey's cigarettes away.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" the monkey complained.
"Uh, first, you're not supposed to talk. Second, you're not supposed to smoke real tobacco. Third, you're not supposed to talk."
The monkey frowned at him. "You think you can tell me what to do, bub?" He pushed his fez forward and put up his dukes "C'mon, I'll take you without even trying."
Weiss opened a desk drawer, knocked the monkey in, and closed the drawer again.
Hooboy.
[OOC: Open like an open thing.]
Weiss closed the door.
And then the monkey offered him a smoke. Weiss tossed it out and took all of the monkey's cigarettes away.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" the monkey complained.
"Uh, first, you're not supposed to talk. Second, you're not supposed to smoke real tobacco. Third, you're not supposed to talk."
The monkey frowned at him. "You think you can tell me what to do, bub?" He pushed his fez forward and put up his dukes "C'mon, I'll take you without even trying."
Weiss opened a desk drawer, knocked the monkey in, and closed the drawer again.
Hooboy.
[OOC: Open like an open thing.]