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[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris has, as always, been largely ignoring the castle. He makes his social interactions when the castle forces him to, but he treats it as an annoying routine he must follow. Having spent his morning in the lobby, he has retreated to his room.

Unfortunately, something is waiting in his room. It's something that has been in his room for quite some time now, lying in wait. Ready to STRIKE. And today is the day it pounces. The journal is of course open to pick up the sound of Pinkie's Party Cannon going off, along with the elf's startled yell as he and his room is covered in streamers, balloons and confetti]

The blighted beast left months ago! WHY IS THIS THING IN MY ROOM?!!!!

Comments

[formersocialite]

Yeah, the pink isn't really a good colour for it.

[wolfuncaged]

I doubt pink is a good colour for anything.

[formersocialite]

I guess the colour isn't for everyone. [Now she goes to the back of the cannon, intending to wheel it out.]

[wolfuncaged]

[He moves to help her with it, handling it carefully, in case the blighted thing DOES go off again]

It is certainly not for me.

[formersocialite]

[The help is appreciated and between them, they are able to move it to the door without it setting off.]

You're right. I really can't imagine you in pink.

[wolfuncaged]

I would bet Isabela would pay to see it, but no. It would not suit me.

[formersocialite]

Let's hope that she never does that, yeah?

[wolfuncaged]

It is a hope I will cling desperately to.

[formersocialite]

This discussion will remain between us by the way.

[wolfuncaged]

Of course.

[formersocialite]

Right. Well, I should get this out of your way then. [She pushes the cannon a little down the hallway.]

[wolfuncaged]

Again, you have my thanks.

[formersocialite]

No problem. I'm glad I could help.