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[boutant]

There's sand in my popcorn.

[ A slight shrug, and she dumps the handful before setting the bucket aside. She seems to have not noticed the fact that she's wearing makeup, a short red dress, or fishnets. Instead, she's acting like it's a totally normal day. And it is. It's just... sexier than usual. ]

I guess I shouldn't be eating popcorn before lunch anyway. I'll pick some more up later; hopefully it'll be sand-free.

((ooc: Feel free to reply to her post or to bump into her out and about; she'll be buying herself some popcorn and doing a few other things before heading home. Also this is why I shouldn't write posts at 2 am.))

Comments

[feorge]

That how you ended up with a hoove to the arm?

[boutant]

Yeah. I was turned into a cheetah and I was really, really hungry.

[feorge]

... You didn't.

[boutant]

Eat the horse? No, being kicked and having its rider shoot at me were enough to make it clear that was a bad idea.

[feorge]

[ He can't help it, he has to laugh. ]

So much for a pleasant supper.

[boutant]

[ It's okay, she can laugh about it now. ]

On the bright side, they led me to some chickens.

[feorge]

D'you mean to say you went hunting after chickens? They couldn't just fetch some catnip or some such?

[boutant]

Catnip doesn't exactly make a hungry cheetah stop being hungry.

[feorge]

Sure, but it ought to have you batting at yarn rather than your mates, right?

[boutant]

Not if I was that hungry. I tried to eat my pet bird.

[feorge]

Blimey. Perhaps you ought to invest in cages, then.

[boutant]

He was in a cage. That didn't stop me from trying.

[feorge]

Rather meant for you, not the bird.

[boutant]

That would've been a good idea, but instead they chased me out of the house.

[feorge]

Give us a ring next time. I'm sure George'd love to show you all the spells we have to restrain you.

[boutant]

I wouldn't need to be cursed for that.

[feorge]

But I will to perish the imagery. Cheers.

[boutant]

Any time.