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fandomhigh2013-05-16 06:44 am
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The Art of Friendship (AND GLITTER!!!!!1) - Third Period - Thursday
Pinkie was practically vibrating at the front of the class -- set up in a large classroom filled with scratched, chipped, stained, and otherwise art-damaged tables for the students to sit at. Each was covered in piles of yard, embroidery floss, popsicle sticks, and regular sticks -- and large vats of glitter.
"HIHIHIHIHIHIHI!" she said, unable to contain herself when the last of the students seemed to have arrived and class was set to start. "OMIGOSH WELCOME TO CLASS!"
Derek had the ear closest to her covered, fully expecting this outburst of joy. He was getting way too used to her for comfort. "Arts and Crafts," he said in case they had forgotten. He was, of course, forgetting the most important part of the class in that title.
Pinkie cleared her throat with a roll of her eyes. "He means," she said, with great exasperation, "the Art of Friendship." She grinned broadly and whipped out her party cannon as though she'd just reached off the edge of a tv screen. "AND GLITTER!"
Yep, that was a glitter bomb fired into the air by a bright pink cannon, with a sound like a dog's chew toy being stepped on.
You're welcome.
Derek took a moment to attempt to brush some of the glitter out of his hair. It was adorable that he thought it was possible to do, wasn't it? "And glitter," he muttered through gritted teeth. "We're starting with projects."
That will hopefully distract you from the insanity.
"We're gonna make something called a god's eye," Pinkie said. "Though I don't know why it's called that since it doesn't look anything like an eye to me. It's made with yarn, which glitter sticks to just great!"
Hope you all liked the STD of the crafting world, folks. "And--" How was this his life? "--friendship bracelet. Which you could also throw glitter on if you wanted."
The tone implied you didn't want to.
Oh Derek. You knew you loved it. "So get craftin'!" Pinkie said, hooking one front hoof through the air in a "go get 'em!" kind of gesture. "Oh, and you can tell us your names and stuff if you want, too."
"We have a spot open for another TA." Since they had a graduate filling one spot. "Stiles. Enjoy cleaning up the glitter."
He was a petty, petty man.
"HIHIHIHIHIHIHI!" she said, unable to contain herself when the last of the students seemed to have arrived and class was set to start. "OMIGOSH WELCOME TO CLASS!"
Derek had the ear closest to her covered, fully expecting this outburst of joy. He was getting way too used to her for comfort. "Arts and Crafts," he said in case they had forgotten. He was, of course, forgetting the most important part of the class in that title.
Pinkie cleared her throat with a roll of her eyes. "He means," she said, with great exasperation, "the Art of Friendship." She grinned broadly and whipped out her party cannon as though she'd just reached off the edge of a tv screen. "AND GLITTER!"
Yep, that was a glitter bomb fired into the air by a bright pink cannon, with a sound like a dog's chew toy being stepped on.
You're welcome.
Derek took a moment to attempt to brush some of the glitter out of his hair. It was adorable that he thought it was possible to do, wasn't it? "And glitter," he muttered through gritted teeth. "We're starting with projects."
That will hopefully distract you from the insanity.
"We're gonna make something called a god's eye," Pinkie said. "Though I don't know why it's called that since it doesn't look anything like an eye to me. It's made with yarn, which glitter sticks to just great!"
Hope you all liked the STD of the crafting world, folks. "And--" How was this his life? "--friendship bracelet. Which you could also throw glitter on if you wanted."
The tone implied you didn't want to.
Oh Derek. You knew you loved it. "So get craftin'!" Pinkie said, hooking one front hoof through the air in a "go get 'em!" kind of gesture. "Oh, and you can tell us your names and stuff if you want, too."
"We have a spot open for another TA." Since they had a graduate filling one spot. "Stiles. Enjoy cleaning up the glitter."
He was a petty, petty man.
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