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not_tylerdurden) wrote2010-06-20 01:56 am
not_tylerdurden) wrote2010-06-20 01:56 am
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Weeping Angel Cabin - Alcove A2, Late Saturday Morning
As Calvin woke up, he became aware of a heavy weight on his chest, and warm breath tickling his face. He slowly cracked open one eyelid, only to be greeted with the sight of a furry muzzle and a pair of glaring eyes right in front of his face. He made a sound that was not at all like a yelp of fear.
Now that he'd gotten Calvin's attention, Hobbes made a show of turning his back on him and curling up at the foot of the bed.
Calvin got up, running his hand nervously through his hair. "Look, Hobbes, buddy, you know I'd never..." But he had, which was why he dropped his hand and turned to go. "I'm sorry."
He barely made it two steps before he was tackled to the floor by a flash of orange and black. "Nothing says 'sorry' like tuna sandwiches. Made by you. Cut the crusts off."
[ooc: establishy]
Now that he'd gotten Calvin's attention, Hobbes made a show of turning his back on him and curling up at the foot of the bed.
Calvin got up, running his hand nervously through his hair. "Look, Hobbes, buddy, you know I'd never..." But he had, which was why he dropped his hand and turned to go. "I'm sorry."
He barely made it two steps before he was tackled to the floor by a flash of orange and black. "Nothing says 'sorry' like tuna sandwiches. Made by you. Cut the crusts off."
[ooc: establishy]