Sanderson ManSnoozie (
silent_guardian) wrote in
paradisa2013-07-08 11:16 pm
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Second grain of sand
[Sandy is in the lobby today, though he's lacking his usual golden cloud. His ordinarily shimmering golden sand is dim and grey. Atop his head sit a fake pair of grey fuzzy bunny ears and clutched in his hands is a basket with a few brightly colored eggs.
He looks down at those eggs for a moment before gingerly picking one up. He holds it between two fingers as if completely unsure what he's meant to do with it. He's seen Bunnymund at work, of course, but this isn't Easter and he CERTAINLY is not Bunny. That doesn't mean he can't be incredibly amused in the meantime. He grins, looking around to see if there were any children he could give one of his eggs to]
((OOC: As always - Sandman can be seen by anyone who believes in the Guardians!))
He looks down at those eggs for a moment before gingerly picking one up. He holds it between two fingers as if completely unsure what he's meant to do with it. He's seen Bunnymund at work, of course, but this isn't Easter and he CERTAINLY is not Bunny. That doesn't mean he can't be incredibly amused in the meantime. He grins, looking around to see if there were any children he could give one of his eggs to]
((OOC: As always - Sandman can be seen by anyone who believes in the Guardians!))

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Someone is going to get jobbed one for this bloody mess. [B|] I don't know why you're so happy about it.
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Stop hopping about.
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Come on! Have some fun for once you old fuddy duddy.]
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I'm not doing it and you can't make me.
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He comes to a stop next to Bunny's head and leans over, looking down at him with a concerned look on his face. Why you so mopey, Bunny?]
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Don't you think this is all a bit of a farce?
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Finally he gives his friend a cockeyed smile, shrugging and and nodding as if to say 'well yes I do think so but what can we do about it?']
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[That pointy paw is out again]
But I'm not ho-ho-hoing anywhere. You can't make me.
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You know why. I've got at least a little decorum. I'm not going to make a bloody big gallah of myself.
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Yes. You would.
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...He also has a cloud made of yellow netting fabric tied around his waist that looks like nothing so much as a gigantic tutu. And an expression of worrying glee in his face.
He jumps into the room and throws a handful of yellow sand at Sandy with a cackling laugh.]
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What of Bunny?
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