Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Dec 30, 2010 18:35:46 GMT -5
ooc: for Cyan! Anyone else can join too though haha.
After the lovely transfigurations class with Mr. Windy, Lorraine had immediately drifted for the door, leaving a variety of broken quill nubs behind in her excitement to show Eighty-eight the wondrous Garfunkle the Second. Eighty-eight would be the first to see Garfunkle the Second, since she'd just recently procured him and hadn't the chance to share him with the rest of her House, being so busy attending classes that all seemed to be bewilderingly being located outside and whatnot.
The scarecrow Hufflepuff glided unhurriedly to her House's broom closet and contentedly chattered a "halifirien" to the nice old Badger carved on the trapdoor wood. It was only then that she turned around to make sure Eighty-eight had been following her slow expedition to the Hufflepuff common room, a dreamy smile on her blithe face.
"Hey, hey, Eighty-eight, Eighty-eight, it's down here, come on, Garfunkle the Second will be so happy to see you, you'll be his first visitor ever!" Without waiting for his reply, or any indication that he would even willingly intrude into another House's common room (was that even allowed? Hopefully her prefect wouldn't mind, she was always such a nice person anyway, with a nice kitty, too!), Lorraine disappeared down the hatch, slipping into a darkness that somehow seemed warmly inviting. Her ponderous voice drifted faintly from below, echoing farther and farther away.
"Eighty-eight, Eighty-eight, come on, it's nice and warm down here!"
"N-now... W-wait a minute... Hey! Hey! L-Lorraine, hold on! Where are we--Now, just a wait a minute! H-hey! Hold on!"
And thus, quite a bit mortified, Cyan was dragged into a different house's common room. He was not dragged physically, it would seem, but he felt pulled by a mixture of unstable magic and a system of honor. Not only did he know the hufflepuff common room's location and password, but he was now in there. With a girl. Because he foolishly committed to it.
Cyan supposed he was either very sly or else very stupid. At this point, he wasn't quite sure which.
His hands covered his blue eyes, and he shamefully peeked out between his fingers.
And what the hell was Garfunkle? Would he die here, in a rival's common room? Not just a rival's common room, but Amira's, Lorraine's, and Finny's common room. Oh, yes! He'd probably die, wouldn't he?
Mortified, he asked, "A-are you sure I should be down in here?"
He paused. Silence?
Sighing, the slytherin began climbing down the ladder to his demise.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Dec 31, 2010 18:02:53 GMT -5
Lorraine turned from navigating beyond a particularly annoying trophy melded partially to the floor at a precarious 36.782° angle (her work, of course), her pale face lit by the many cheery Christmas lights that still decorated the hallway (her prefect's work!). "Ohh, Eighty-eight, you're finally here!" She reached a skinny hand towards him, latching fingers around his pinky, the one that had a few driblets of dried ink creeping up a knuckle from her generous invitation, and drifted slowly down the passage towards the Hufflepuff common room.
"Hey, hey, everyone," Lorraine wheezed to no one in particular, her dreamy voice borderline asthmatic. "Look who I brought today! He's Eighty-eight, Eighty-eight, and he's here to visit." She paused, delighted, then vaguely directed her brave traveler towards one of her favorite piles of coach cushions, the one by the partially dismantled Christmas tree and the enormous, gently floating broccoli. "Here, here, Eighty-eight, you wait here while I get Garfunkle the Second, I've been wanting to show him to everyone anyway, and I think it's time for his walk anyway. A shoebox isn't very big, right? Ohhh he must get so cramped, though I made sure to give him some nice tissues to play in."
That said, Lorraine made her wanderingly towards her room to retrieve Garfunkle the Second from under her bed, somehow managing not to trip on the dizzying variety of objects littering the ground. Whether or not said objects were fused, partially fused, or simply left on the floor (or walls) of the common room was difficult to tell.
Post by Amira Raines on Jan 1, 2011 2:08:53 GMT -5
Amira had her Cherry and Unicorn haired 11 inch wand in her hand. She was working on removing all the stuck objects on the floor. She had managed to gather a few objects, that were removed from the floor, in a corner of the room. Her cat was curled up next to the fire.
Lorraine walked in saying she brought a friend. Amira looked up. "Hey Lorraine," she said. Her fellow puffer had run away going to get something or other Garfunkle the Second. No doubt it was under her bed. "Hey Cyan," she said and looked back down at the slippers she was working on getting unstuck. She looked back up. It was Cyan. Her friend from Care of Magical Creatures.
He was from Slytherin. Was he even allowed to be in here? Amira didn't know. It's not like she was going to take points away from Slytherin because Lorraine wanted to show him something. It's not as if he sneaked in here and planned to do something horrible. No. He was brought here.
He got thrown onto a pile of cushions. Her cat had gotten up and jumped next to him. She was such an over friendly cat. That or she was very investigative. She had begun sniffing him like she would anything else. "Kelala, must you sniff everything that comes in?" she said to her cat. Her cat shot a glare at her and then continued to sniff Cyan some more.
A trophy was melted to the floor. There were Christmas lights strewn everywhere. Broccoli was floating. Cushions were in piles instead of couches. Random stuff was glued to the floor. Oh, and Garfunkle could fit in a shoe box, liked walks, and played with tissues. Was it a cat?
Cyan somehow ended up on a cushion pile.
It was official. He'd finally entered the loony bin.
The third-year adjusted his legs, trying to not sink too much--or, ya know, step on something weird.
His blue eyes shifted to Amira (Danger, danger, danger! he thought warily. It's a prefect!), giving a look that could only say, "Ohgodohgodohgod, please help me!"
Then, something like a small jaguar quite apply appeared and sniffed him. Oooookay, he thought meekly. Why did he feel like someone just felt him up? The cat smelled like pine, litter boxes, and cat. He swallowed quietly and lifted his already inked right hand. He placed it gently on the cat's head. He stroked. Rinse and repeat.
Amira didn't seem to mind his presence--He wouldn't be docked or anything? That was good. He didn't even want to be here--so his shoulders sagged with relief.
Hopefully, Garfunkle wouldn't eat him, and, ya know, that guy wasn't around.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Jan 1, 2011 4:52:01 GMT -5
A moment after Lorraine trotted away to get her friend, a wild call sounded through the room.
"Guyyyyyys!"
Out of the darkness (read: boy's dormitory or whatever) Finnegan appeared, tousled flaxen locks floating dreamily about his head in a shaggy mess, his sea-colored eyes shining with determination or... something, boyish arms flung amok as he charged in, mouth still open as he inhaled a breath, preparing for another shout. Then, he saw their guest.
"Ooh!"
His best friend ever ever ever, Cyan. Not to mention, Amira was there!
"Cyan! Amira! 'Sup, guys?"
Wait a sec, why was Cyan even there? He looked the brunette's way, gave him a grin. "Dude, you're totally in the wrong house, didja know that?" Good thing Finny was there to point him in the right direction, huh?
Oh, but, why had he even come out here again? Oh yeah!
"Guys, have any of you seen my pillow? It's WHITE with a DOG on the front and I think it's been pillow-napped." His eyes narrowed with the last word, like he thought the culprit might be in that very room. Who knew, right? He looked Cyan's way again, laying on the pile of cushions like a king, and-- Wait. Was that white he spied amidst the fluff underneath Cyan?
"Thief!" Finny cried and made a dive onto the other boy, barely missing crushing the curious cat as he did, somewhere in his floundering movements managing to snag the pillow from under Cyan, probably upsetting the boy's comfortable position as he did. The blond boy rolled away, clutching the puppy-dog faced headrest to him like it was a precious treasure, then sat up, grinning.
"Oh yeah, I forgot I left it out here, hahah."
It was the best pillow in the world. He was totally 110% sure Cyan would understand.
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Jan 1, 2011 23:51:56 GMT -5
Lorraine appeared in a crawl from the depths of her room, dust clinging to her straw-like hair and her clothes thoroughly rumpled, peacefully pushing a moderately-sized shoebox around the various objects jutting from the floor and walls. How nice, everyone was being so nice to Eighty-eight! She loved all the people in her House, they were all such good people!
"Hey, hey," she chirped affably, likely inaudible in the festivities currently taking place in the friendly Hufflepuff common room, "everyone, I've brought Garfunkle the Second! Remember he gets a tiny little itty bitty bitey when he's excited, but it's okay, he doesn't mean it, and also his coloration is so nice and pretty too." Lorraine settled on one of the cushions Funny Friendly Finny had flung and picked open the cardboard latch with fingers trembling with enthusiasm, and out lunged Garfunkle the Second in a seemingly unending stream from the magical shoebox, a body thickness wider than Lorraine's head. His jaw snapped with glee and frighteningly loud clicking noises, squealing and squeaking with excitement.
"I call him Spot for short, isn't he cute?" She smiled drowsily at her dear friends, unaware (or perhaps uncaring?) that there was not a single speckle to be found on Garfunkle the Second.DERP!
OOC: Got permission to reply before Amira since I've got lots to react to.
IC: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...! cried Cyan mentally, cringing as the devil's voice echoed through the lair.
His blue eyes warily turned to it, glancing upon the blond-haired blue-eyed monster only known as... Finny. The Finny. The devil turned toward him, shrieking with pleasure. Cyan couldn't even pretend to be happy. Then, it shouted something, launching it's horrendous (although quite cute and slender) frame the slytherin's way. Like, literally, he launched. Like a friggin' rocket or something.
"WAH!" yelped Cyan raising his arms to defend his pretty face.
And then, Finny was on him. Oh, no! thought Cyan desperately. Finny wouldn't dare rape him or anything, would he? But he did push him into the occamy's battle ring during class that one time. "Where are you touching?!"
Too close, too close!
And there was the blond-haired demon, the creature called Finny, on top of him. Intimately close. Cyan got a better whiff of his shampoo than he ever desired.
You know, instant boy x boy action. Shounen-ai, really?
As his mouth came close to the other boy's neck in their freakish hug separated only by Cyan's defensive block, he thought only a few words as he gave that demon the cheek: I refuse to let a boy steal my first kiss.
Then, his seat moved out from under him, leaving in a more helpless position sprawled on the ground.
Oh my god, he thought, finally regaining his sense of personal space. He stared listlessly at the carpet. He felt thoroughly violated. He pushed his hands against it and sat back on his legs. His brown locks were a fluffy mess from the... sudden wrestling match? Flustered, he shot an angry blue-eyed gaze at that jerk. Why is he hugging a pillow? Was that the excuse for manhandling him in such a way, just because he was a little delicate and all?
It occurred to him that this was the perfect opportunity to get revenge on that bloody mons--
And then, SUDDENLY, Lorraine returned. She looked even scruffier than before. And in her hands lied a box. And out her mouth came words. Something about Garfunkle and "tiny little itty bitty bitey" and "coloration." Cyan turned sorrowfully to her and her box. Manners first. Revenge later. Whatever.
And then THE BOX OPENED.
Something came out.
It was bigger than the cat.
It had, like, a billion legs.
And pincers.
And it didn't just come out, but it shot out. As in it kept coming and coming and com--Did I mention the body alone was even wider than Lorraine's head?
And where was it aimed? At the boy on his knees by the pillow pile. Of course. In other words, Cyan O. Reed. He did not appreciate this. His mouth opened. He did what any sensible person would do. He screamed.
"BYAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"
The monster came at his face (Why always the face?!) clipping its pincers together wildly and wriggled its millions of legs like blades of grass on steroids. It was yellow-brown-black.
Cyan got off the ground faster than a person could say go and shot behind the nearest non-Lorraine person available: Finny.
Where's the exit?! Where's the exit?! Where's the exit?! he thought wildly, clutching his slender fingers into the back of Finny's cloak (?). His heart thumped a million beats an hour (he was no athlete), and his breath came in gasps.
Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! he thought, cowering behind his worst enemy, shaking as his terrified blue eyes peaked over the shoulder of his human shield. WHAT IS that?!
To think he was only scared of snakes before now.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Amira Raines on Jan 3, 2011 21:29:51 GMT -5
Finny popped out of the boys dorm and gave a call like a monkey would at your hamburger. Amira gave a weary look at Cyan. His worst enemy. The prefect stopped messing with the object on the floor. He mentioned something about a pillow, then jumped on her Slytherin buddy almost crushing her cat.
Kelala jumped away from the two and right into Amira's arms. Finny got off of him with his pillow and Cyan ended up on the floor. Lorraine came out with a shoe box in her hands and plopped herself on the floor.
The cat jumped out of her hands and made her way to the box. Her blue eyes stared at it in wonderment. Her friend opened the box and out jumped this insect right at Cyan's face. Normally a person would just swat it away, but this... thing was almost as big as her cat! Lorraine keeps that under her bed! Cyan ran and hid behind Finny. Kelala ran back toward her, but bypassed her and went straight to hiding behind the tree.
If this was Garfunkle the second, what the heck happened to Garfunkle the first? More importantly, how big was Garfunkle the first? "Um, Lorraine, are you sure it's safe to let Garfunkle the second out without a leash," she said in a somewhat scared tone.
She was silently giggling at Cyan. He ran to his enemy for protection. It just didn't seem like a good battle strategy, but with Lorraine's pet, it was highly understandable.
Post by Finnegan Darby on Jan 4, 2011 7:12:45 GMT -5
Yet another blonde appeared, one he'd never really talked to, but had seen enough in the Common Room and around the school he knew her name to be Lorelei, or something. She introduced her pet, and then set him free. Finny's head tilted sideways, watching as it blasted toward Cyan, who then darted behind him, even grabbing onto the back of his shirtc'mon like Finny would ever remember to wear the school uniform. Awww, Cyan was all scared and stuff. No worries! Finny the Great was there to protect him!
But first, the bug:
"Wooooooooooooow!" said Finny, totally pumped for some reason. "It's a giant BUG." A pause. "I think." His torso rotated slightly, so he could pat Cyan on the head. "Hahah, why are you crying, man?" (Cyan really wasn't crying, so far as I can tell. Finny just used the wrong verb. Adjective? Adverb? Shit I haven't been to English class in like seven years, I'm just pulling these out of my ass. NOUN. I DONT KNOW.)
"It's not gonna KILL you," comforted Wise Finny. "I mean, at the least-" yes, least, "-you could probably just lose a finger... or two..." He stared at the GIANT ASS BUG that was currently headed their way, then back to Loreleileiaine - blonde girl #2. Blonde girl #1 (Amira) asked if Garfunkle the second needed a leash, which seemed slightly silly to Finnegan. Did they even make leashes for spiders? Then again, he needed to remember he was in the wizard world now, not the muggle one he had grown up in. There could totally be bug-leashes. Maybe pets like this were totally common! Maybe he could have one, and it could be friends with Lorraine's and they could run around with them together and train them to do crazy acrobatics off each other and- OH that reminded him.
"Can he do any tricks?" he asked, still way too excited about this. "Aww, look at his little face."
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Jan 9, 2011 16:27:41 GMT -5
"BYAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"
Loreilaine Lorraine turned blinkingly to the scream, wandering eyes finally settling on Eighty-eight, who had somehow teleported from the cushions she had last seen him on to behind Funny Friendly Finnster.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong, Eighty-eight?" she asked, genuinely confused. The only thing that had changed was her letting Garfunkle the Second out of his box for his weekly walk, right? The straw-haired girl settled on a wayward cushion tossed in the excitement, absently dragging the magical shoebox with her. Maybe Eighty-eight was hungry? Transfigurations SURE HAD BEEN TOUGH, WHAT WITH ALL THE TALKING THEY DID, and who knows, maybe Eighty-eight's stomach was somehow piteously incapable of producing hungry sounds, so his mouth had to compensate! Yes, yes, that must be it! Lorraine smiled, drowsily, a pale skinny hand rolling a fairly fresh looking apple (it wasn't one of her food ornaments fallen from the Christmas tree, was it? No, no, certainly not) in Eighty-eight's direction. "Ohhh Eighty-eight, if you were hungry you should've just said so, there's lots of food down here you know."
Her good deed done for the week, Lorraine then turned pleasantly towards her prefect. "Ohhh, ohh, of course it's fine to let Spot run around without a leash, look how friendly he is!" She gestured serenely at Garunkle the Second's enormous squiggly body, looking fondly at his antics as a parent would look on a toddling two-year-old's crayon drawing. So precious! "I think Spot and your kitty, Miss Kitty Striped, would be really good friends, what about you?"
Lorraine beamed at Funny Friendly Finnster's reaction, bony fingers wiggling in shared excitement. "Yeah, yeahh! Spot's a bug, a bug, I think he must be a Scutigera coleoptrata but I'm not completely sure! I heard that Spot's cousins, the centipedes living in the Amazon, can eat bats out of the air, so Spot probably is really good at fetch! Ohhh he's also really good at hide and seek, I forget where he is most of the time!"
Garfunkle the Second was, indeed, very good at fetch. He was also very good at tag (had to be, if his tiny little .1667 foot cousins could reach speeds of 1.3 feet per second!). Chess, too, if anyone ever bothered to teach him, though he could probably be very effective at card games, as long as someone held the cards for him. What better poker face than one with beady, multi-faceted eyes and flying (poisonous) modified legs?
After streaming from the little box, Garfunkle the Second sped in a tight circle, antennae waving, taking in his new surroundings. So many lights. He did not like all these lights. He liked his nice dark shoebox provided by his pale little straw friend much better.
There wasn't, though, any food in his shoebox, and Garfunkle the Second was hungry.
Very hungry.
And just look at the wide selection of things to eat his pale little straw friend had provided him! Vegetables (ew), a furry thing that had shot behind a large vegetable, and—
And—
Mmmmmmmmmmm.
Fleshy snacks. Nice, big, fleshy snacks. Snacks that didn't have any annoying scales or fur or armor or anything. So many fleshy snacks to choose from, too! What a selection.
If he had chops, he would've licked them. Well, if he had a tongue, too, for that matter.
Feeding time.
And then back into his comfortable little shoebox after!
He worked his legs, all fifteen pairs of them, whipping around to accelerate at dizzying speeds, shooting up the far wall with a mad skitter (SEE SPOT RUNNN AHHH DON'T BLINK YOU'LL MISS IT), intending to spear the really nice-smelling thing with his poisonous modified legs and keep going. Who knew if they were going to be irritating and fight back like those wasps did? Garfunkle the Second was a smart little house centipede, yes he was!
He speared the little rolling fruit set in motion by his pale little straw friend and turned excitedly in a circle, creating a veritable whirlwing of swirling objects, wagging his antenna-like tail, as if to say look at me! look at me, mommy! look what I got! look what I got!. In his excitement, though, he had accidentally stuck one spindly leg into a particularly deep white cushy thing attached to one of those unappetizing pale things that somewhat resembled his pale little straw friend, and he detached his leg from his body in a panic.
Everything happened so quickly, Cyan was beside himself. As his breathing finally slowed he thought, not in a very pleasant manner, That... is not... a cat...
How the bloody hell did it fit in that little shoe box anyway?
Sniffling, Cyan glanced hopelessly at the most mature blond in the room--Amira. As to be expected of a prefect, she was calm even in this situation. Right. He needed to act like her: calm, secure, and comfortable in the presence of a--a Garfunkle. However, Amira also seemed amused. What exactly was funny about being mauled by a super bug?
The Enemy pat Cyan on the head. Not moving from his defensive position, the slytherin boy gave him an angry blue-eyed glare.
Crying? Crying? The nerve of that little twat! He wasn't crying at all--he was merely concerned for his sanity. And his life. A large bit of broccoli floated by his head, drifting like a piece of wood down a slow river. It occurred to him that he should, perhaps, leave his vengeance for another day.
Finny spoke up again. He thought that creature was cute. What a jerk.. He was, undoubtedly, making fun of Cyan.
Cyan would have his revenge, oh yes he would! Someday, he'd grant all of his miseries twofold to that demon Finny! First, there was the occamy--and now this humiliation! He just... wouldn't get revenge today.
He glanced down at the carpet. An apple? He raised an eyebrow. Ryo had been serious in class. Hungry? What? How did she even think--
Also, he, personally, would not allow a cat anywhere near that thing.
"Finny," he barked in a whisper, desperate to leave Hell--oh, pardon me--the Hufflepuff Common Room. "Move!"
He began walking away, holding tightly onto the demon's shirt and pulling him along. The only brunette in the room did not want to flee across the open plains utterly unprotected, no sirree. Thus, his human shield.
He could not help but overhear Loco Lorraine say something about the monster "catching bats out of thin air" and not being able to find him during "hide and seek." Oh my god, thought Cyan, eyes widening as he dragged Finny back farther. I am never ever coming here ever again. Ever.
There was a gushing sound of penetration. Cyan's blue orbs slowly rotated downward.
The apple was dead. Its innards spewed all over the carpet.
And then there was another squishing sound. With less juice and more stuffing.
Finny's pillow was dead.
The murder weapon? Only a leg was left behind. In the lounge. And the murderer... was Garfunkle II.
Cyan swallowed. Finny was tough, right? He wouldn't quit being a shield and become a crybaby suddenly, would he? Nah. He danced into the occamy ring like some idiot during class, so there was hope yet.
The poor third-year's hands were all sweaty and gross. He'd wash his hands after he got out of here.
"C-C'mon, Finny," he muttered, still shaking, attempting to drag his shield all the way to the stepladder. He'd make it, wouldn't he? Out into the heavens above, from where he could flee to his own common room in the dungeons and stay put like a good little boy and pretend this was all some hideous dream and paint pictures of the gorgeous pirate professor all night long?
He would, wouldn't he?
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Amira Raines on Jan 9, 2011 20:54:02 GMT -5
Finny seemed pretty excited by the bug, or at least acted like it. He also turned and gave a pat on Cyan's head and said something about the Slythrin crying. Amira couldn't see him crying, but maybe she just couldn't see him that well. But a boy crying... that was so... cute! He called Garfunkle's face cute. It had pincers and pitch black eyes that seemed a little demonic.
Lorraine was positive that it was okay to let the little beasty run around without a leash. By the way it went to attack play with Cyan, the prefect didn't think that it was safe. The giant bug and Kelala being buddies. Kelala gave a slight growl. "Yeah. They'd be great friends," she lied and pasted a completely-fake-but-yet-unobvious smile on her face. The other female said something about playing hide and seek with it and forgetting where it was most of the time. If she ended up losing that thing in this common room, Amira would not hesitate to grab her cat and run somewhere not here.
Buggy beast attacked and speared the apple. Amira's eyes grew wide and the cat began to give slight whimpering sounds. It ran to the pillow that Finny was holding. Its leg fell off. The prefects face had many mixed emotions: horror, disgust, confusion, excitement, empathy, and surprise all because of a leg being stuck in the pillow.
Cyan began to drag Finny and use him as a meat shield. Mira would do just the same thing if that beast charged at her.
Post by Finnegan Darby on Jan 9, 2011 21:51:19 GMT -5
"Wow!" exclaimed Finny, even as Cyan began to bodily drag him away. "They can catch bats? Mannn, they must be so strong, hahaha."
Because Cyan was pushing him, he wasn't really paying attention to where they were going, exactly, nor what was going on around them. Man, why was Cy pushing him away, anyway? Ohhh, it must be like Loraloo said; Cyan was hungry, sure. He probably wanted to go eat, and take Finny along with him! Like a DATE! Wow! Cy sure moved pretty fast, haha. Fine with him!
It was then they stopped, though Finny didn't see why until it was too late. The apple thing he missed, but the disembowelment of his pillow was too up close and personal to escape his notice. He stared down at it, noting the leg stuck like a not-so-miniature spear right in the middle of the doggy's face, having only just barely missed one of its wide cartoon eyes.
Cyan said something, but Finny was too busy mourning his cute pillow to make sense of whatever it was he had said. His adorable pillow was the closest he'd gotten to owning a real dog, and now it was... It was...
"Squishy," he said dejectedly, not describing the state it was in, as it might seem, but saying its name one final last time. Poor pillow. It had always served him well. Crap! How was going to afford a new one? He could always just take one of the cushions from the common room pile, he reasoned, but things would never be the same.
But it was just a pillow, right? He wouldn't cry over just a pillow, right? R-right? His bottom lip quivered momentarily, but, as was his way, he did indeed get over it. Man, where was Cy dragging him?
"Why do you wanna go already?" he asked the other boy curiously, discarding the ruined pillow to drop on top of the happily spinning bug. "Haha, c'mon, man, we're having so much fun here, don't go nowww."
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