He blinked in surprise when the paper was pushed towards him, a tight lipped blonde smiling in a way that was no doubt meant to be friendly as she tapped the contract. "Sign, initial, and date if you don't mine? Then we can get on with the testing."
"Which is just listening to some tunes, right?" he demanded, squeezing down on the pen. It vibrated in his hands, skittering out of his slackening grip as he stared at it in surprise. It vibrated across the table as Ms. Bryants sighs, clicking it off before handing it back.
"Tones, Mr. Thomson, and you don't have to click it to make the pen come out. That's just to make sure we don't get tendonitis from all the paperwork we have to work with, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't run down the batter
He dug the fingernail into the neck a little bit more, slowly working it into the joint. He could feel it at the edge of breaking, the satisfying pop at the edge of anticipation. A slight grip on his fingers made him freeze at the breaking point, eyes darting to the doll's hand as it held him. "Wha?"
She blinked back at him when he turned to the face, small lips pulled into a frown as she examined him. "You are rather rude to be playing with me, you know," she declared, after a moment.
His hand was burning underneath
Question 1: If you were a girl... would your handwriting be nice?”
“Would my handwriting be nice? What...? My handwriting is already terrible so I doubt much would change but for the sake of the question I will answer yes.” I absentmindedly doodled a couple words on one of the many sticky notes scattered over my desk not noticing the much nicer handwriting.
Question 2: If you were a girl... would you like pink?
“Eh, I guess. It definitely wouldn't be my favorite color.” A few items scattered across my desk turn into different shades of pink.
Question 3: If you were a girl... would your hair be straight or curly?
“My hair is already a mix between the two, at least depending on different days. So I’ll say it’s a mix between them.” My already semi-
"Oh, no, a stalker!" Jane placed her hands against her face in mock dismay, squeezing her cheeks tightly while the camera woman closed in. "Do you know what we do with stalkers?"
"What? No, my name's John, and I just wanted to know if you knew the way to-"
"That's right!" interrupted Jane, shooting him a dirty look. Carefully drawing out a silver can, she held it in front of the camera, making sure her hands didn't cover up the label. "We use man-away! The perfect thing to save the day! When stalkers come out - but not to play - just hit them hard with man-away!"
"I just-" The hasty stream of words cut off as she pressed the top, the thick cloud settle across his skin as he inhaled a choking gasp of it. "Notice how the effects take place quickly and surely when you use man-away?" she demanded, gesturing as the man's body collapsed to the floor.
"Wat- water," he choked out, ignored as Jane stepped forward to hide his face from the camera. She
There was no more fighting, if you take lose sight of the now all 3-yearly games, Aang had set up in order to bring the nations a little closer each other. In addition, Aang had become engaged to Katara and Sokka was still the same fool as ever.
Finally, it was Toph a little too much from the whole trouble. She had to get her head a little bit free from all that stuff and also become clearer about her futu
John hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, wondering if there was something wrong with the girl's eyesight. "Did you lose your mommy, hun?" he demanded. She seemed even smaller when he had crouched down, her gold topped hair barely coming up to his chin. He covered her with the umbrella, shivering as the rain began to splatter against his backside. "Did you lose your mommy?" he asked her, keeping his voice down. He thought he saw a bit of red on her arm; at the very least a torn sleeve and a scratch.
"Are you my mommy?" she repeated. Her voice was trembling, and he wasn't sure whether it was tears or rain that had her face looking so wet. It was dirty, at the very leas
Both youngsters had dirty blonde hair. Joey kept his kind of long while Angie was sporting a pixie cut. Joey had bright green eyes that Angie always told him girls would kill for, while her eyes were two different colors. Her left eye was a light blue while the right eye was a healthy green. Both of them considered themselves athletic; they worked out enough to stay in shape, but nothing too extreme.
Ever since Joey had bought the motorcycle, Angie had always wanted to take it out for a spin. Of course, that would mean that Joey would ride with her on the passenger seat.
Robby usually won but today was not the case, Jimmy managed to get the upper hand and knocked Robby over the edge of the couch. With a pout Robby left the living room and went to his bedroom to play with his toys. Of course Jimmy didn’t care because he had won and got to watch whatever he wanted now.
A few hours had passed and it was now dinner time. The brothers were sitting at the dinner table with their mom and dad as they passed
Rand just shook his head, grinning. "It's the perfect solution. We both cast a spell, and whoever gets theirs done first gets a prom date. We both cover for whoever 'stayed home,' and no body ever has to know which guy was wearing a dress."
"Yeah, but transformation magic is... I don't think I can do this, Rand. I'm not good at that sorta thing." He felt like his skin was going to crawl off, thinking about the idea of magic crawling on him like that. He preferred using it on items, making new things. He could barely bring himself to point wood at a slug. But he couldn't deny Rand, either. Not when he was so worked up over something.
Rand shot him a smile, the type that always made him want to quiver, either from warmth or fear. Rand never smiled like that except to cajole
There are two people in the background, but I'm ignoring them because She's here. One of them says he's a "Doctor," and he's really sweet and nice to me. The other one just glares though. I told her she should try and giggle if she was feeling upset over something, but she jus walked out after that. I think the Doctor yelled at her afterwards.
They're talking again now, while I giggle. I rock back and forth, as well, in order to drown it out. I can still here them, so I focus on how the lumps on my chest move when I rock. The Doctor calls them "breasts" and tells me that they "jiggle," but I just think it looks fun. They feel a bit odd, and also really good when I hold them, sometimes, but the Doctor won't let me do that. He blushes horridly, though, and I think it's really cute - that's why I do it anyway, sometimes.
Even though I'm rocking and giggling and w