The Case of the Missing Doodle [1/?]
anonymous
August 3 2009, 15:31:30 UTC
This is author!anon's first time writing Norway. I know he's supposed to be a little frantic, I just hope I haven't made him TOO out of character D:
8:00 AM.
The alarm blared in his room and awoke Norway with a jolt. Groggily, the Scandinavian rubbed his eyes and rolled out of bed, taking his hat with him.
He followed through with his daily routine as normal. Take a shower, blow-dry his hair and add the clips. It was only when he was washing his face and became less bleary-eyed that he realized it.
It was gone.
His...his DOODLE. It was gone!
Norway examined the side of his head, searching. His doodle usually hovered over his ear, maybe it had gotten lost in his hair when he was showering? He searched the hair there - no, nothing. Where could his doodle have possibly gotten to? He slapped things on his sink, feeling around for where the piece of hair could have went, but he felt no keratin beneath his fingers. "Oh, faen, he muttered
( ... )
8:00 AM.
The alarm blared in his room and awoke Norway with a jolt. Groggily, the Scandinavian rubbed his eyes and rolled out of bed, taking his hat with him.
He followed through with his daily routine as normal. Take a shower, blow-dry his hair and add the clips. It was only when he was washing his face and became less bleary-eyed that he realized it.
It was gone.
His...his DOODLE. It was gone!
Norway examined the side of his head, searching. His doodle usually hovered over his ear, maybe it had gotten lost in his hair when he was showering? He searched the hair there - no, nothing. Where could his doodle have possibly gotten to? He slapped things on his sink, feeling around for where the piece of hair could have went, but he felt no keratin beneath his fingers. "Oh, faen, he muttered ( ... )
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