ITP: A rather damp lunch

[nocturnemission]

ARRRG! Stupid fly, quit trying to land on my sandwich!

[There is suddenly a localized typhoon in the mess hall. Your PB&J is likely to become soggy.]

((Time for sleepin'))

Comments

[mightlovedogs]

[hair is soaking wet. food is soaking wet. WHAT IS MY LIFE]

[mightlovedogs]

[WRINGS OUT HER HAIR ON HIS SHOES >:C]

[nocturnemission]

Whoa, hey! That was uncalled for.

[mightlovedogs]

About as uncalled for as using a massive torrent of water to kill a damn fly!

[nocturnemission]

Okay, so maybe I overdid it a little.

[mightlovedogs]

Tch. No kidding.

[nocturnemission]

At least you didn't have a nasty fly walking all over your lunch, though.

[mightlovedogs]

Right, just a soaking wet sandwich.

[nocturnemission]

Er... Right. Uh, there's probably enough stuff left to make a new one.

[mightlovedogs]

Then you should go get me a new one.

[nocturnemission]

It was just peanut butter and jelly, right? They're not hard to make.

[mightlovedogs]

[she pushes her soggy plate toward him. this is a five-layer PB&J of magnificence!!]

It's the least you can do for ruining my lunch.

[nocturnemission]

Ugh... Fine! I'll be back in a sec.

[Disappears in a *poof* of darkness]]

[mightlovedogs]

[double take]

[nocturnemission]

[*poof*s back a few minutes later, lopsided PB&J sandwich in hand.]

Here you go.

[screwfate]

*that is a lot of soaking wet hair*