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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 7:58 am
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Vaudrey would have liked to pretend that he knew what he was doing as he wandered the school, eyes wide and curious at every twist and turn - but the truth was that he had no idea whatsoever, and quite possibly would have spent the next six hours completely and utterly lost, were it for the kind boil that had directed him to the creepateria. Vaudrey had tried to play it off, but, well, he hadn't been that convincing.
Now, however, it seemed like he was being crowded on all sides by the various students in the place. Some were big, some were small; some were tiny and some were giant. Too many teeth here, an exorbitant amount of slime there (Vaudrey made sure to steer very clear of the slimy looking one), someone with a lot of plants on their head near the door. It was all endlessly fascinating to him, and he kept turning his head from side to side to see anything and everything.
Which was why he wasn't paying attention at all as he walked with his tray, Vaudrey too interested in his surroundings. His booted foot caught the edge of something - a chair, a table leg, possibly someone else's ankle - and then Vaudrey was pitching forward with a squawk, his tray of food completely overturning, and the next second, he was sprawled face down on the floor.
"Good gracious!" he said, hastily sitting up and hoping beyond hope that no one had seen such an ungraceful example of him. Except that would prove to be a little unrealistic, because the second Vaudrey lifted his eyes, he would to see, much to his horror, that his lunch of minipets and drink had spilled directly onto the lap of...
...well, he didn't know who, but the dragon definitely did not seem the type to spill food on.
Vaudrey opened his mouth and then promptly shut it again.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 10:19 am
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If Vaudrey could have made a hasty exit right then and there, he would have. But he kept hearing his cousin's voice inside of his head, reminding him that to be a proper gentleboil, one must always take full responsibility of every situation in which you are the one at fault. And if there was anything that Vaudrey took seriously, it was Rules of Being a Proper Gentleboil.
Even if the boil whom he'd spilled food on looked like he could squash him flat in about three seconds. Vaudrey sucked in a sharp breath, hastily stumbling over to set the now mostly empty tray down on the table. He grabbed a handful of napkins and twisted back around.
"Here, erm, let me help you with that!" he said, trying hard to sound positive about the whole thing. "Uh, yes, I...let's just...get this stain off here..."
He dabbed at a particular spot on the boil's shoulder, wincing a little.
"Let me make it up to you!" Vaudrey blurted - stupidly - out.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 9:47 pm
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Vaudrey kept trying to be helpful and it was coming out way more not helpful. Every time he attempted to clean the food off of the boil, all it did was make it worse, and by the time he was done, there was a stack of napkins and one very distraught boil.
"Uh," said Vaudrey brilliantly. "No, wait, erm, look - "
He couldn't just let the boil walk away. That would be breaking every rule of the handbook! He scurried around to the other side of him and held out his hands, trying to stop the other boil from disappearing, but probably only just walked straight into him in the process.
"How about, uh - " Vaudrey tried to think of something great.
"You can beat me up!"
That was not great.
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kuropeco rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Yayoi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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