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

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Can you do that?"

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean shrugged. "I have in the past. When we were young, I used to feed him lines that, combined with those puppy dog eyes of his, got us both free ice cream. Or whatever the objective was. We made quite the team."

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn grinned, relieved that he hadn't realized she was thinking mind control. "I bet. You're quite the team now, from what you've told me."

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"We're brothers," Dean said, shrugging again. Because that pretty much summed it up for him.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn nodded. "Yup." God, she missed her sister. Not that she'd tell her.