Archery Workshop #1, 5/23, Danger Shop, Afternoon

[deadly_little]

As the students entered the Danger Shop, set up like a standard classroom for today, they were greeted by a diminutive, black-and-white Japanese girl in a silk robe, perched on a corner of the teacher's desk munching on a chocolate chip cookie. Next to her were a stack of handouts, a sign-in sheet, and a tray of assorted cookies from Jeff, God of Biscuits.

Written on the board behind the desk was, Sign in. Take a handout and a cookie. Direct any questions to the instructor. Behave. Or else.

Miho studied her students with a critical eye, trying to determine which of them were most likely to shoot one of their classmates by accident or try to take more than one cookie.

Comments

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Ack! Coffee without sugar is gross. No wonder demons are cranky."

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[demonbelthazor]

"Are you saying I'm cranky?" Bel said with mock hurt.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You? Never!" Isabel laughed.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[demonbelthazor]

Bel pouted.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel snickered.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm not cranky," Bel continued to pout. Crankily.