I must admit, I'm not a very good observer. Watching his game is much more interesting, honestly, although I can't for the life of me understand it.
There is a small popping noise, and I think that he must have been making toast. I walk into the kitchen for half a moment. "Alfred, were you cooking something?"
"Nah."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"I heard a strange noise a moment ago-"
"Shhhh. I'm trying to jump on Bowser."
I hear another pop as I’m walking back in. "And what, may I ask, is a Bow..." I trail off, seeing his uncovered chest. "Why did you ta-"
"Shhhhhhh."
"But you-"
"Sh."
I suppose he must have taken his T-shirt off while I was in the kitchen, but why?
My question is answered with another quick noise. POP, it replies, and his socks disappear.
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PART TWO
(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)There is a small popping noise, and I think that he must have been making toast. I walk into the kitchen for half a moment. "Alfred, were you cooking something?"
"Nah."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"I heard a strange noise a moment ago-"
"Shhhh. I'm trying to jump on Bowser."
I hear another pop as I’m walking back in. "And what, may I ask, is a Bow..." I trail off, seeing his uncovered chest. "Why did you ta-"
"Shhhhhhh."
"But you-"
"Sh."
I suppose he must have taken his T-shirt off while I was in the kitchen, but why?
My question is answered with another quick noise. POP, it replies, and his socks disappear.
"Er, Al-"
"SHHHH. Bowser. Three lives. Sh."