Just for a bit of fun, yeah? The lights in here are flickering. :þ Characters: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=12Okkatteiru Stormwing</a> and http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=5Radin Dragyn.</a> Private for Shriker's http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=608Cayson Lapices.</a> Timestamp: Tessera, 14, 81379. ------------------------- Stormwing was in her dormitory room, along with Radin. The two were sitting on the floor in front of the entertainment center, and Storm was idly playing with Radin's tail :fire:, which kept flicking to and fro to avoid her hands. Radin was eating a that Cayson had given him earlier. ... :cookiebitten: Little s floated out of the green arden as he ate the delicious treat, and Storm couldn't help but slap one with a that happened to be nearby. She then threw the aside, took off her s, withdrew a from inside one, and began to smoke it. :fire:
Cayson gagged a little. Winger's 's were kind of smelly and they had landed right beside him. He swatted them away from himself with his own :fire:-less tail. They flung across the room and landed on a . With a gurgling coo, he nibbled on the that he had just retrieved from the jar. He 'ed this brand. They had just the right amount of goodness. No 's were harmed in the making of this post.
...But a was harmed during the production of that post. Stormwing turned away from Radin, and looked at Cayson. She marveled at how much the resembled a . Except he was orange. Oh, well. She yanked Radin's :cookiebitten: out of his hand, and pegged Cayson with it. "You made me drop my , you fluffing a-hole," she yelled at him. "The squeaking of the made me drop my flamin' ." After she was certain that she'd stopped Cay's with the peggage, she picked her up off the carpet, which was on :fire:. She didn't notice, though.
Cayson began to sniffle over his lost . That wasn't a very nice thing to do. Stormwing telling his 's to pretty much . It upset him greatly. He was about to tell her to go shove something in her 'hole when he noticed a flicker of light behind Storm. Cayson latched onto Radin's arm. "Oh no! :fire: :fire: :fire: :fire: :fire: :fire: :fire: :fire: :fire: :fire: :fire: :fire: !!!!11" he squealed while pointing to the small :fire: :redarrow: Storm's feet. How many times had he warned her that doing her smokin' was going to burn the place down one day? Well, he'd never actually warned her before. Mostly just thought it to himself. So maybe he should just be quiet.
While the :fire: burnt rapidly, Radin, whose had been stolen, decided to eat a few other sweets. In quick succession, he stuffed a , a , a , and a into his hole. Stormwing watched him as she smoked her , thinking the green was on the fast track to his . Maybe she'd inherit all his when he died, so she didn't tell him to stop. Out of nowhere, a appeared in the room, carrying a plushie . Stormwing stared at the , before stealing the :redarrow: from Shriker's post and stabbing the with it. It exploded into a ball of :fire:, and Storm clapped happily. "I killed the !" she screamed in Radin's ear. In the next moment, though, she noticed the carpet was on :fire:. Taking advantage of this, she retrieved her , put it on the same :redarrow: used to slay the , and then began to roast it over the :fire:. "Forget beef, is what's for dinner." "Nuh-uh," Radin replied. "You're wrong, is what's for dinner!" "You, my lawn!" Storm said, and slapped Radin with her :fire: .
Cayson meanwhile stood still. His heart turning :greyheart:. As if the thing had been bad enough, Radin had to go and eat the very last ! Cay threw a at the :fire:'in . It screamed and made a few god awful sounds before it died. It's plushie was somehow magically spared. Cayson picked it up off of the ground, then drop-kicked it at Storm. The plush missed her however, and bounced off of one of the walls, knocking over a few things. Ek, that might cost some to fix, he winced inwardly. "I'm thinkin' we should make some of those special s," he piped up.
After being slapped with the , Radin gave Stormwing an idignant look, then stood up. The , er, , errr... then walked over to Cayson. He nodded in agreement at the suggestion of some 's. "Yeah, and then let's make some :musicnote:!" Radin then added, after which he busted a move. Stormwing died, then, for Radin's moves were worse than a :fire: , a sweaty , and a dead altogether. RIP, Stormwing.
