A Poop * k8 *
Paul....
Was...
H-H-H-HERE.
Nor panting to his death or anything. Nor had he pulled any sort of muscle running all the way up here...or anything...at all...
Nor was he tired, even remotely. Tip-top shape, P-P-Paul was. Round was a perfectly good shape! "J-J-JAEMIN SONG!" he thundered, though followed by a bit of a wheeze as he keeled over to catch his breath.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |