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| Question 2 for Augustus + Carl! ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄ Quote:
Originally Posted by The Portraits Augustus covered a yawn with his hand just as two students greeted him in his frame. “Oh, excuse me,” he said, laughing heartily. “Just about naptime.” He didn’t mind doing this favor for the new professor, but he wished that he had selected a different time so as not to interfere with his scheduled nap. “Hello,” he said with a nod and smiled when the boy complimented his hair. “Thank you, I grow it myself.” Hahaha, he was so funny! Though that was not technically true as it was paint, but the man that he was painted from often said such hilarious things. “Young miss, I was precisely 87 years old when I was painted as a portrait.” And 87 years old was how he would appear, but he shook his head at the young man’s question. “Unfortunately my flesh and bone counterpart is no longer of this world.” So it was good that he was immortalized in this way. Oh! Carl had joined her at Augustus's portrait. "Hello, Carl.'' She offered a smile at her friend then turned back to Augustus. "Oh, It's alright.'' She was referring to the yawn. "You can have a peaceful and well deserved nap soon, I expect.'' She giggled at his response to Carl's question. "I must say you did a lovely job growing it, Mr. Flume.''
Wow. Eighty seven years old. "That is impressive. How did your human counterpart die?'' This was perhaps the most nagging question in the girl's mind. She looked to Carl to see if he had another question. Surely he must have. It wasn't every day they had the opportunity to speak to a portrait. |
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