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Late night antics

Dec 14, 2005 00:56

*Thorn waits until he is fairly certain everyone else in the house is asleep before beginning his project. He has been gathering the supplies for a few days, but he is not looking forward to the process ( Read more... )

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leela1 December 14 2005, 06:41:15 UTC

Leela walks down the hall, nose wrinkling at the unusual odor coming from .. someplace. At the top of the stairs she stops, takes another whiff, and quietly walks down the the first floor. Her slippers make no sound on the wood and tiles, and she tightens her robe around her. Seeing lights coming from the kitchen she stops, then moves foreward slowly. Peeking around the corner she blinks, stares.

*ahum* "Uh, Thorn? What ya making? A er, soup or something?"

name_of_thorn December 14 2005, 06:47:26 UTC

*He jumps guiltily, arm still over his nose and mouth, holding a spoon in the other hand. A syrupy liquid slowly drips from the spoon, to splat in a small brown lump on the floor.* "Errah... "'M sorry... Miss Leela... I'll clean it up... Doesn't usually smell this bad..." *He looks utterly stricken to have been discovered doing whatever it is he is doing, and when he notices the drip on the floor he sets the spoon in the pot and hurries to clean it up with the edge of his cloak. The liquid stains his rags a deep brown but, fortunately, does not leave a mark on the floor once wiped away.*

leela1 December 14 2005, 06:54:21 UTC

She reties her robe tighter, then walks into the kitchen. "Um, ok first. This thing here?" She points with one hand at a switch over the stove, the other arm over her face, trying to keep the smell from her nose.

"This is a fan, all you do is turn it on like this, and it will vent the smell up and out of the house." Voice muffled, she flips the switch. "Like that, see?

"That isn't soup, is it? If you don't mind my asking, What are you making, Thorn? It smells, um, different."

name_of_thorn December 14 2005, 06:57:52 UTC

"...Oh..." *He watches her flick on the fan, very sheepishly, and retrieves the spoon to stir the noxious goo for the sake of not having to meet her eyes.* "S... er.." *A small pinecone bobs to the surface* "Dye..." *He worries his lip and risks a glance at her face, looking for all the world like a child caught drawing on the walls.*

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