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mayfield_logs2012-07-20 01:41 pm
justdumbluck) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-07-20 01:41 pm
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Who: Celes Chere and Firo Prochainezo
What: "Caring" for the drone children
Where: 1246 Williams Road
When: July 20th
Warnings: Nothing too bad! Cursing, probably
[Firo would like to think that he's dealt with the drone family pretty well, considering how long he's been stuck in Mayfield. If they've ever been cut into tiny pieces, it wasn't his doing.
Still, everyone has their breaking point and today Firo's decided that he just can't deal with those creepy little kids running around the house anymore. They need to go. At least for a day.
That's why Firo now stands in the doorway, holding a baseball bat, with one of the drone kids by his side. She looks at him with a blank smile as he attempts to offer the bat to her. When that doesn't work, he swallows an angry sigh and steps outside, tossing the ball across the street. The kid remains unmoving as he points to where the ball landed.]
Go. Fetch.
[They are just kids, after all, he doesn't want to hurt them. If he can just get them outside and lock the door behind them...]
What: "Caring" for the drone children
Where: 1246 Williams Road
When: July 20th
Warnings: Nothing too bad! Cursing, probably
[Firo would like to think that he's dealt with the drone family pretty well, considering how long he's been stuck in Mayfield. If they've ever been cut into tiny pieces, it wasn't his doing.
Still, everyone has their breaking point and today Firo's decided that he just can't deal with those creepy little kids running around the house anymore. They need to go. At least for a day.
That's why Firo now stands in the doorway, holding a baseball bat, with one of the drone kids by his side. She looks at him with a blank smile as he attempts to offer the bat to her. When that doesn't work, he swallows an angry sigh and steps outside, tossing the ball across the street. The kid remains unmoving as he points to where the ball landed.]
Go. Fetch.
[They are just kids, after all, he doesn't want to hurt them. If he can just get them outside and lock the door behind them...]
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Huh? Relax, if it's on plates we can just bring it back in and eat if they don't touch it.