I'm Thirsty [Completed]
Characters: Bloo, and anyone else nearby! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO D:<
Content: Bloo comes into Cid's shop to find it empty. He does some stupid stuff. Enter you.
Setting: Cid's Shop [J7]
Time: Around noonish
Warnings: Uhhh... Blooishness abound?
Entering the shop, the bell ringing cheerfully, the short blue imaginary friend didn't think twice about what they actually sold here. He was thirsty... and nothing else really mattered. He tried to tap the service bell on the counter, but couldn't reach.
Geez, this place isn't short friendly, Bloo complained in his mind.
He tried standing on his tiptoes, though it's apparent he really has none, and tried tapping the bell from there. He struggled and grunted, and then accidently pushed it off the counter.
"MAN!" he yelled, turning around and folding his arms.
A drink. Was that too much to ask? Probably. He turned back toward the counter, and pointed at it menacingly.
"Hey! You! Anyone back there!? Helllooooo? I'm kinda thirsty here. Was hoping you'd, you know... SERVE ME A DRINK?"
Silence.
"Rrrgh!" he yelled in a warcry fashion, and jumped up to grab the edge of the counter with fiercity.
"I'm not leaving until you drink me!.... I mean, quench me! .... Rrgh! JUST GIVE ME A DRINK! And while you're at it, could you get me a map, too?"
He hung their piteously, his journal on the floor, forgotten.
Content: Bloo comes into Cid's shop to find it empty. He does some stupid stuff. Enter you.
Setting: Cid's Shop [J7]
Time: Around noonish
Warnings: Uhhh... Blooishness abound?
Entering the shop, the bell ringing cheerfully, the short blue imaginary friend didn't think twice about what they actually sold here. He was thirsty... and nothing else really mattered. He tried to tap the service bell on the counter, but couldn't reach.
Geez, this place isn't short friendly, Bloo complained in his mind.
He tried standing on his tiptoes, though it's apparent he really has none, and tried tapping the bell from there. He struggled and grunted, and then accidently pushed it off the counter.
"MAN!" he yelled, turning around and folding his arms.
A drink. Was that too much to ask? Probably. He turned back toward the counter, and pointed at it menacingly.
"Hey! You! Anyone back there!? Helllooooo? I'm kinda thirsty here. Was hoping you'd, you know... SERVE ME A DRINK?"
Silence.
"Rrrgh!" he yelled in a warcry fashion, and jumped up to grab the edge of the counter with fiercity.
"I'm not leaving until you drink me!.... I mean, quench me! .... Rrgh! JUST GIVE ME A DRINK! And while you're at it, could you get me a map, too?"
He hung their piteously, his journal on the floor, forgotten.