Stickbug Common Room, Thursday evening
Peter had already packed for the weekend and was currently avoiding the annoying gnomes by staying on the ceiling. He was currently taunting them.
"Yeah, little guys. I'm up here, you're down there, you can't reach me. How do you like that, huh? Huh?"
He had been doing this for ten minutes and he wasn't sick of it yet.
[OOC: Open to the Stickbugs or anyone who might have a reason to show up.]
"Yeah, little guys. I'm up here, you're down there, you can't reach me. How do you like that, huh? Huh?"
He had been doing this for ten minutes and he wasn't sick of it yet.
[OOC: Open to the Stickbugs or anyone who might have a reason to show up.]