Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4598697-20161012235905/@comment-26709630-20161017171627

Marcelle only laughed again, swirving her chair to face the doll girl known as Marissa. "Oh, sorry! Did I make you mad?" she giggled. "Hey! I'm mad, too! Except my madness is so much more dandy-candy, you're just angry. How boring!" She smiled wide all the while, letting tea pour on the floor in what appeared to be absent-mindedness.

She suddenly paused as she reran the sentence in her head. "Waaaaaait a tick. Did you just call me a rabbit?" He right eye twitched. "Well excuse me, but I am a HARE!" Her eyes glinted in true anger. Above all else, she hated being called a rabbit. She flung the tea pot aside, and it landed on the floor with a crash as it shattered into a pile of glass shards and tea.

"You've ticked off the wrong hare, Dolly," she giggled, though inside she was seething.