[There's a whole lot of jostling noises before the 'Gear, turned on in the hubbub, tumbles out of a small pile of clothes and lands on the bed, showing a jumble of items and ... general junk that Heather's allowed to accumulate in the hotel room.]
[There's a few crumpled paychecks, unfolded clothing, spare Potions and Pokeballs, and more than a few
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--DAT OWLBAG.]
*snrrkk*
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What're you sniggering at, Blanket Boy?
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Your companion looks rather comfortable
[WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HIM, HEATHER? He managed to keep from cracking up at a Swinub playing cleavage peek-a-boo with it's owner earlier. He's only human (in this world)]
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Hmph. Too comfortable.
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[BUT SHE JUST DOESN'T HAVE THE HEART TO REMOVE THE OWL.]
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[sob but she'd wanted to get her packing done early]
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[Someone NOT HEATHER. GRUMP GRUMP GRUMBLE. ... Not that she could really stay mad at the owl.]
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But I guess you need that bag, right?
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I've got stuff to carry. And that stuff is not supposed to include 'owl'.
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Heh, think ya might have to get a new bag or something, Heather! Pfft...!
[And yes, that is a calmer-looking Gilda perched on her shoulder, tilting her head this way and that. Briefly, she turns her head around, peering at Dash's abandoned pack. Seems like a certain metal ostrich is getting ideas...]
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[... Okay, yeah, it's pretty funny.]
But... but this one's brand new.
[SOB.]
[AND LO, INSPIRED BY THE OWLBAG, THERE CAME... EAGLEBAG.]
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