"Well, you act like you were raised by... barbarians with ...*slingshots*," Rodney snips back, touching his ear again and examining it again, making sure any bleeding isn't a delayed reaction.
Pardon the typist as she nearly chokes on her own muffin, from laughing too hard.
He'll duck at the onslaught, expecting something just as solid as the ball. "I'm *aware* of that fact, I know what a *mirror* is for!" he snaps. "Do you know that stress can cause hair loss? Throwing more things at me is not going to improve my scalp! And that was a terrible waste of a perfectly good muffin," he says, regarding the crumbs on the floor moodily. Maybe a bit hungrily, but he's about to eat something off the floor.
"Me? I'm the guy who nearly got brained by this... ball-throwing snippet!" he yaps, his voice going higher-pitched with annoyance, till it sounds almost like a near-adolescent squeak.
It's like a repeat of that twelve-year-old queen-to-be whom he and Sheppard had to escort to the ruined temple, only with 100% more object-throwing. He just hopes this one doesn't have a small knife about her.
Well, whatever the kid did (and Sugar realizes the child is able to do mischief), there's one thing you don't do, and it's insult the child, or abuse it, in front of her mama bear.
Rodney, be prepared to meet a Mother Knight Templar.
She shifts to put herself between the child and the man, and roars, "What did you say about my daughter?"
He might rear back at this reaction, eyes wide, but that doesn't seem to impede his indignation. "Whoa, calm down! I'm the victim here: your kid just about knocked my brain out with a ball that *she* threw at *my* head!"
Sorry MacKay, it's going to take more than that for Sugar to side against her child. (In fact we're not quite sure what it would take.)
"Your brain out, is that so?" she asks in a cockney that isn't without relationship to Carson's own drawl, "I can't well see it dripping through your nostrils, love."
And to Sophie, she gives a Look that says, We are having a Talk later.
"Now off with you! And don't go on bullying other children, or I'll have to give you a spanking."
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I'm dying to have the mother come in. Want her?
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He'll duck at the onslaught, expecting something just as solid as the ball. "I'm *aware* of that fact, I know what a *mirror* is for!" he snaps. "Do you know that stress can cause hair loss? Throwing more things at me is not going to improve my scalp! And that was a terrible waste of a perfectly good muffin," he says, regarding the crumbs on the floor moodily. Maybe a bit hungrily, but he's about to eat something off the floor.
Oooh, send her along!
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"Sophie? What is the meaning of this?"
And to MacKay, "And who are you, sir, to be lecturing my daughter?"
The kid looks very bothered.
Go ahead, I'll alternate as appropriate. :-)
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It's like a repeat of that twelve-year-old queen-to-be whom he and Sheppard had to escort to the ruined temple, only with 100% more object-throwing. He just hopes this one doesn't have a small knife about her.
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She wibbles.
Her bottome lip trembles.
She starts to cry, and bawls, "He's mean!"
Hold on for Sugar!
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Rodney, be prepared to meet a Mother Knight Templar.
She shifts to put herself between the child and the man, and roars, "What did you say about my daughter?"
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"Your brain out, is that so?" she asks in a cockney that isn't without relationship to Carson's own drawl, "I can't well see it dripping through your nostrils, love."
And to Sophie, she gives a Look that says, We are having a Talk later.
"Now off with you! And don't go on bullying other children, or I'll have to give you a spanking."
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If MacKay goes, we're afraid he'll only be rid of her temporarily.
This is one little girl who is going to make a point to be that physicist's personal troll. She might even invite her friends to the party.
Up to you on whether we fade or not, but this could be a good closing point. :-)
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