The Stockroom of After Hours (Invite or Ask)

It might be for the best. Wouldn't want to get the comics all sticky and crumbled or anything.

Besides, you'd probably chicken out at the last minute like last time. ;)
 
It might be for the best. Wouldn't want to get the comics all sticky and crumbled or anything.

Besides, you'd probably chicken out at the last minute like last time. ;)

There's a difference between Chickening Out and Falling Asleep On The Laptop.
 
Eazy's got his comic box, you've got your Cookie jar.
*Shakes head, then points to the awkward bed against the wall*
That asylum-esque thing there. Part of me is a wee bit afraid of it.
Another part really wants to play with it.
 
Y'know, I'm starting to wonder why I bothered to put a lock on that door.

*Slaps Leo's hand and frowns*
That's not a proper handshake, mister.
 
Y'know, I'm starting to wonder why I bothered to put a lock on that door.

*Slaps Leo's hand and frowns*
That's not a proper handshake, mister.

You gave me a key, silly. Remember?

Box of muffins... Key under the wax paper? Yeah.
 
Hangs a peace sign on the wall. A rainbow one.

You don't mind me claiming this corner, do you?

I could always do something to earn it. ;)
 
*Pats beside her on the bed*
Well, I do still have all those boxes to paw through.
And who knows what's in 'em.
Might have to see what still works and such. If they're worth keeping.

Think you can help me with that?
 
She shudders delightfully.

Oh, yes.

She sits next to her, purring.

Sounds... blissful.
 
Maybe it's a dinosaur!

Heh, I had to read a book to my campers the other week called... "The Mysterious Tadpole" or something like that... It wasn't a tadpole. It was a Loch Ness Monster.

Anywho...

Eyes the box, intruiged.

OK, we'll stay away from it, if you say so.
 
Her eyes light up like a child that's never experienced Christmas before. Well, she hasn't, but still.

Ohhhh, do tell... Pretty please?
 
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