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Shanners · 04-16-2018, 05:29 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Crayola

THERE. WAS. MAGICAL. ICE. CREAM.

!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGICAL ICE CREAM!!!

Dezi obviously didn't know if the frozen treat had any actual magic to it but that didn't matter because to him, it definitely did. Everything in this street seemed to ne magical and brilliant and SPARKLY so duh -- Dezi would eat his stinky left sock if a bite of this ice cream didn't make his hair turn yellow or something.

He wouldn't eat his right sock, though. Nothing was worth that.

Pushing and sliding and shoving his way across the busy room, he plastered his face RIIIIIIIGHT to the glass, looking at the flavours. Tomato Soup! Dragon Blood! Troll Bogey??? TOE JAM! He let out a happy, loud belly laugh at all the silly names. He couldn't wait to see what ALL these flavours did to him! "By Messi's left foot!" He didn't really understand the reference but Uncle P ALWAYS said that and he was the funniest, so Dezi had appropriated it. "HELP!" And literally turning around to the crowd eating their ice creams in (semi) peace, he waved his arms. "HOW do I choose?!

Beau was BACK. BACK AGAIN. BEAU WAS BACK. TELL A FRIEND.

And your Mum and Dad and everyone else in your life.

He was queuing for his daily (lol more like hourly) dose of ice cream and sugary goodness when he heard someone call out about what to CHOOSE. Beau was a little bit further back in a queue, but he took this cHANCE TO BE THE BESSSSST help ever. He TOO waved his arms and then linked elbows with the boy in QUESTION asking THE question. "Let ME educate you, dear BOY." Yes. Because he was SMALLER than this boy and that OBviously meant that Beau was of MANLY status in this duo now. He was taking this one under his wing. THIS ONE WAS HIS.

HIS.

NO ONE MOVE.

NO ONE TAKE A STEP TOWARDS.

"You have to get the barbecued sausage." No choice about it.

04-16-2018, 05:29 PM	#177 (permalink)
Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,372 Gryffindor Sixth Year First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by Crayola THERE. WAS. MAGICAL. ICE. CREAM. !!!!!!!!!!! MAGICAL ICE CREAM!!! Dezi obviously didn't know if the frozen treat had any actual magic to it but that didn't matter because to him, it definitely did. Everything in this street seemed to ne magical and brilliant and SPARKLY so duh -- Dezi would eat his stinky left sock if a bite of this ice cream didn't make his hair turn yellow or something. He wouldn't eat his right sock, though. Nothing was worth that. Pushing and sliding and shoving his way across the busy room, he plastered his face RIIIIIIIGHT to the glass, looking at the flavours. Tomato Soup! Dragon Blood! Troll Bogey??? TOE JAM! He let out a happy, loud belly laugh at all the silly names. He couldn't wait to see what ALL these flavours did to him! "By Messi's left foot!" He didn't really understand the reference but Uncle P ALWAYS said that and he was the funniest, so Dezi had appropriated it. "HELP!" And literally turning around to the crowd eating their ice creams in (semi) peace, he waved his arms. "HOW do I choose?! Beau was BACK. BACK AGAIN. BEAU WAS BACK. TELL A FRIEND. And your Mum and Dad and everyone else in your life. He was queuing for his daily (lol more like hourly) dose of ice cream and sugary goodness when he heard someone call out about what to CHOOSE. Beau was a little bit further back in a queue, but he took this cHANCE TO BE THE BESSSSST help ever. He TOO waved his arms and then linked elbows with the boy in QUESTION asking THE question. "Let ME educate you, dear BOY." Yes. Because he was SMALLER than this boy and that OBviously meant that Beau was of MANLY status in this duo now. He was taking this one under his wing. THIS ONE WAS HIS. HIS. NO ONE MOVE. NO ONE TAKE A STEP TOWARDS. "You have to get the barbecued sausage." No choice about it. __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________