Tribulations Regarding a Scrunchies
[The mid-morning sun shimmers over a deceptively placid lake, when suddenly an inhuman shriek pierces the eerie calm. A rules and regulations booklet lies--mostly in tatters--on the weed-choked pathway amidst the shreds of some of its pages. Zhang He stands staring at the remnants of the literature while hyperventilating and using a nearby tree for support. Clearly the cry came from him.]
NO SCRUNCHIES?! What kind of an establishment is this?! I have never in my life been commanded to make do without my hair ornaments! And while that still leaves me with the silk ribbons, gold clips, mother of pearl combs, and my fabulous butterfly crown, this indecent inhumanity is--is--well, indecent!
[Takes a moment to try and calm himself down, leaning against the tree fully.]
I *wheeze* need *wheeeeze* paper bag *wheeze*...
(( Thas it fer tonight from me! Will pick up again soon! <3 ))
NO SCRUNCHIES?! What kind of an establishment is this?! I have never in my life been commanded to make do without my hair ornaments! And while that still leaves me with the silk ribbons, gold clips, mother of pearl combs, and my fabulous butterfly crown, this indecent inhumanity is--is--well, indecent!
[Takes a moment to try and calm himself down, leaning against the tree fully.]
I *wheeze* need *wheeeeze* paper bag *wheeze*...
(( Thas it fer tonight from me! Will pick up again soon! <3 ))