[Goes to look into places where she could get exactly what Sebastian would deserve if he ran away without even saying goodbye to Sylvie - giant monster chickens.] You've been warned. >:|
Thank you. :)
(Nico, you're welcome to borrow Cluckbeak for that eventuality.)
LOL LOL LMHHAO asfdasdkjheaddesk! Anke! Don't DO that to me!
Whaaat? [pouts] (Nico: Cluckbeak?)
Catnip. XD (Suitov: Cluckbeak.)
(Thanks, but I already have a cute one ^_^ )
This chicken thing is getting old. [rrowl]
Is "rrowl" an angry or happy noise? I like chickens. They're funny.
I hate them. They're ritually unclean. :P
[knits as he waits nervously]
[ gives Sebastian more wool, since she feels not-up-to-anything at the moment ] sorry :(
[offers socks]
[twitches. looks sad.] um. Thanks. But... I was hoping to get rid of some wool so my mother can't knit any more for me. My cabinet's overflowing already. ^^°
O_o
It just came to mind, all right? >_>
It's not... just that. Although, 'tain't a cuss. It's an invocation/emphasis/promise. [coy grin] A cuss would be "oh dropstitches". No, I was thinking about, um, about masks.
Nico: What about them? [Sylvie meanwhile produces a fist-sized raincloud out of a glass of water, just to see if she can.]
[twitch] Sylvie! Couldn't you warn me before doing anything so Suitovy! Masks... about what they were saying about them.
Sylvie [pauses trying more or less successfully to make the mini-cloud move in a spiral]: hmmmmmmm? oh, sorry. Nico: And, got any thoughts on the topic you wouldn't mind sharing?
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