13 Griffin Way, very early Saturday morming (around 10 am or so)

[whatever_sucks]

In the mansion were many rooms, and one of those rooms had its door closed. Behind the door, a rampaging wildebeest was attempting to seduce a rabid blender. It sounded like it, anyway. Or perhaps a certain scruffy-haired grumpypants was just sprawled out on his bed snoring.

[For the housemate]

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[tinkerbitch]

Why did her head hurt?

The tiny pixie zoomed up and ... what a bad idea. She fell back onto her bed, clutching her tiny (unknowingly hungover) head in pain.

What was going on? Why was she here? Where was this place?

And what was that unbearable noise!?

The illustrious Nameless Pixie found a door, which apparently had a rhinoceros mating with a dishwasher behind it. She kicked the door a few times. Hey! Stop the noise! Now!

[whatever_sucks]

Scruffy stumbled to the door and opened it. His shirt, pants, and boots looked decidedly slept in, and he blinked at the pixie, not quite believing his eyes.

"..."

(You don't see THAT every day.)

"What are you, and why are you in my house?"

[tinkerbitch]

The pixie huffed. That was no way to say hello! Excuse him! What was he doing in her house?! The room downstairs was most decidedly pixie-sized, she would have him know. Look. Come over here and see.

And what was that painful abominable noise!?

[whatever_sucks]

"If this is your house, how come this is my room?" he asked. And he blinked at her again. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone quite so short."