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superartie ([personal profile] superartie) wrote2010-05-21 02:10 pm
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Office Hours, Friday 5/21

Artie had a trashcan on his head. He was running into the walls of his office.

Look, you did office hours your way, he did his his way.
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[identity profile] kissytheface.livejournal.com 2010-05-21 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oooo!" Dandelion said appearing at the door and covered in green paint. "Where do I get my trashcan?"
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[personal profile] superartie 2010-05-21 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Artie paused, trashcan still firmly over his head. "Maybe you can find one? Perhaps another teacher will lend it to you!"

[identity profile] kissytheface.livejournal.com 2010-05-21 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooo. Good idea!

"Oooo. Good idea!" she exclaimed as she echoed the narrative in her head and dashed out of the room.
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[personal profile] superartie 2010-05-21 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Artie stood there with a trashcan on his head. After a moment, he went back to running into the walls.

[identity profile] kissytheface.livejournal.com 2010-05-21 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
And five minutes later the girl with pain all over her had returned with her own trashcan on her head.

"I have returned to help you!" She declared as she ran into the desk.
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[personal profile] superartie 2010-05-21 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Excellent!" Artie ran into a filing cabinet. "Welcome back, little viking!"

Well. That was bound to happen eventually.
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[personal profile] superartie 2010-05-22 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Artie froze in the middle of rebounding off a wall.

". . . Large . . . viking?"

[identity profile] kissytheface.livejournal.com 2010-05-22 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I... AM... NOT... A... VIKING!" she shouted as she flailed around on the floor. "HOW DARE YOU INSINUATE SUCH A THING!"
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[personal profile] superartie 2010-05-22 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Artie continued to stand stock still with the trashcan on his head.

". . . Pirate?" he tried.

[identity profile] kissytheface.livejournal.com 2010-05-22 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay! I can live with that!" Dandelion said with a cheerful and complete turnabout in mood. "Arr! Booty! Rum! Scurvy! Syphilis!"
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[personal profile] superartie 2010-05-22 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Pipe!" cried Artie. And then he ran into another wall.

He possibly would still end up calling her a viking occasionally. It was his thing.

[identity profile] kissytheface.livejournal.com 2010-05-22 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
And Dandelion would forget being called a viking when the next shiny thing came along.

"My trash can smells like pudding."
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[personal profile] superartie 2010-05-22 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Pudding head!" cried Artie. "The Outrageous!"

[identity profile] kissytheface.livejournal.com 2010-05-22 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Now I want pudding," Dandelion decided. "And eye holes for my trash can. WAIT! No. Just the pudding. And a spoon."
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[personal profile] superartie 2010-05-22 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Eyeholes would be cheating," Artie declared. "We should get mashed potatoes."
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[personal profile] superartie 2010-05-22 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
"And sprinkles!"
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