Jono Starsmore (
furnaceface) wrote in
fandomhigh2010-03-14 09:50 am
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Library [03.14]
//I don't. Eat. Pie.//
Jono was having a bit of a difficult time of things, today at the library. A small army of amusingly dressed rodents seemed to have accosted the entire contents of the cookbook section, and had constructed a wee rat-sized pirate ship out of those books. All of them seemed to hold a common theme, in that they all seemed to be flipped open to pie recipes.
The rat that he could only assume was the captain was pointing demandingly at a picture of a particularly attractive bumbleberry pie, and was waving his wee cutlass at Jonothon threateningly.
//And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't bake any for yer.//
It was moments like this that he seriously found himself wishing he could just direct any and all annoyances on through the door into Special Collections.
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Jono was having a bit of a difficult time of things, today at the library. A small army of amusingly dressed rodents seemed to have accosted the entire contents of the cookbook section, and had constructed a wee rat-sized pirate ship out of those books. All of them seemed to hold a common theme, in that they all seemed to be flipped open to pie recipes.
The rat that he could only assume was the captain was pointing demandingly at a picture of a particularly attractive bumbleberry pie, and was waving his wee cutlass at Jonothon threateningly.
//And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't bake any for yer.//
It was moments like this that he seriously found himself wishing he could just direct any and all annoyances on through the door into Special Collections.
[Open!]

Noon!
Jono didn't want any, no. And he expected each and every one of the rats to make use of the wastebins if they absolutely needed to vomit, because there was absolutely no way that he was cleaning up rat sick from the books today.