ITP: A Terrible Pun

[getsanextralife]

[In the Mess Hall, there is a young man with an open laptop sitting at one of the benches. Surrounding him on all sides are plates and trays filled with fresh baked cookies. Chocolate chip, jam thumbprint, and kinds perfect for dipping in tea. Baked goods of all kinds! How could such a wondrous thing have happened

Comments

[littlestdeath]

Why are you still a bear?!

[telapathy]

...Because it hasn't been a week...? I don't know.

[littlestdeath]

I can't take you seriously like this, you're too fluffy.

[telapathy]

Then feel free to leave.

[littlestdeath]

I'm not leaving, I'm hungry. Plus he gave me cookies.

[telapathy]

Fine.

[littlestdeath]

You want something? I'm grabbing food anyways.

[telapathy]

No.

[...has a cookie already]

[littlestdeath]

[...heehee, adorable]

Suit yourself. I'm not sure if bears are meant to have cookies.

[telapathy]

They raid campsites, don't they? I'm sure it's fine.

What are you doing?

[littlestdeath]

They get stomachaches after they eat all that stuff, though.

Right now I'm not doing anything in particular. Trying to think of fun things to do without the computer, I guess. Not that I use it much anyways.

[telapathy]

...Forget it.

[littlestdeath]

Hey, don't make that face! What? Did I miss something?

[telapathy]

That's not what I meant. Why are you doing this? What about how I treat you says that we're "friends" or whatever it is that you think?

[littlestdeath]

Well we're obviously not friends or you'd be nicer to me, silly. I'm just talking to you. There's nothing wrong with that.

[telapathy]

Even that. Why bother? There are "nicer" people to talk to. I tell you that I'd let someone kill you and a few days later all you can think is "How cute, he's still fluffy." What's the matter with you?