Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27461238-20151012234458/@comment-27075534-20151018214113

Stoogeons. STOOGEONS. Oh my GOD they were the kid of people who liked puns. Urtica tried her best not to look perturbed by it - simple enough, considering just how nice and friendly the student was to her. Had she the voice to say it, she'd have told that parent about the one time her brother had gotten a drunk tattoo. That was almost like an accident. Only, it was a tattoo of Bandersnatch Cumberbatch, so it was more of a disaster than an accident.

Urtica took the leaflets, holding them in both hands like a hamster, and nodded politely throughout the introductory speech (was that appendix-removal tabel really sanitary?).

Then she smelt the pie.

How do you tell someone "thank you but I'd much rather be over there" when you had no voice? Urt looked over her shoulder urgently at - yes - goddammnit, those people has pie! Her stomach growled.

THANK YOU, Urt signed frantically, waving her hand flatly up and down. BUT STOP TALKING JUST LET ME EAT THEIR PIE! OH MY GOD!