Post by Ruggie on Aug 21, 2019 17:28:43 GMT -5
Ruggie sits in the corner of the cafeteria, perching precariously on a chair whilst staring at boxes of brownies. He had spent the better part of the night making his newly perfected recipe. He had named it.... well, nothing at this point. He sighs and slides the boxes around while stretching out across the table. He had no one to try them out with as Leona was busy sleeping, and he was also sick of being his guinea pig so sleeping was just an excuse. Plus Leona always says "it's great, really, just like all the rest." Not good enough! He puffs his cheeks and begins to drum his fingers on the table while resting his chin on his other hand. He was supposed to be in class at this moment - but his treats came first. He began to frown at the thought of a teacher yelling at him for being here when he simply found the classes terribly dull and easy. He felt like Leona had dragged him down a rabbit hole when he dragged him here.
He spots a few students slithering through the doors and offers a perky grin while grimacing on the inside. He was going to get in trouble if he got caught! He began to pile his boxes up while planning to sneak outside of campus. He had been making brownies for nights on end in a desperate attempt to make the ultimate brownie and felt he was close a few days before but it just needed something extra. He just needed someone to sample his treasure. He skirts around the students with his pile of boxes and gives an exaggerated bow and broad smile before quickly spinning around and sauntering down the hallway. The students stood together whispering away at his antics like a murder of crowds. Humming a tune, the boxes precariously danced back and forth in his arms. His tongue darts across his lips as he thinks of his tasty treats, his eyes dilating. He swallows hard and his grin grows. His perfect creation! He spies a teacher outside and skids to a stop, his boxes angry with the change in momentum, gracefully he turns around and dashes back down the hallway towards another wing. So foolish, of course it won't be this easy to find someone with the palate of the Gods to sample my wares! "Was it wrong to fall in love with you?" He whispers, patting his boxes. "Ack! Mine heart doth break at the thought of losing you to the annals of time!" he mocks as he dances across the floor, kissing the box. Time for a new plan... but what? He stalls for a moment and leans against a wall. He doubted anyone in this school had a sweet tooth like him. Well, he liked almost all food, really... but baked goods were simply divine. The stuff they served here was such a poor imitation to his own works of art! It was wrong! He furrows his brows as he considers how best to arrange a tasting.
He spots a few students slithering through the doors and offers a perky grin while grimacing on the inside. He was going to get in trouble if he got caught! He began to pile his boxes up while planning to sneak outside of campus. He had been making brownies for nights on end in a desperate attempt to make the ultimate brownie and felt he was close a few days before but it just needed something extra. He just needed someone to sample his treasure. He skirts around the students with his pile of boxes and gives an exaggerated bow and broad smile before quickly spinning around and sauntering down the hallway. The students stood together whispering away at his antics like a murder of crowds. Humming a tune, the boxes precariously danced back and forth in his arms. His tongue darts across his lips as he thinks of his tasty treats, his eyes dilating. He swallows hard and his grin grows. His perfect creation! He spies a teacher outside and skids to a stop, his boxes angry with the change in momentum, gracefully he turns around and dashes back down the hallway towards another wing. So foolish, of course it won't be this easy to find someone with the palate of the Gods to sample my wares! "Was it wrong to fall in love with you?" He whispers, patting his boxes. "Ack! Mine heart doth break at the thought of losing you to the annals of time!" he mocks as he dances across the floor, kissing the box. Time for a new plan... but what? He stalls for a moment and leans against a wall. He doubted anyone in this school had a sweet tooth like him. Well, he liked almost all food, really... but baked goods were simply divine. The stuff they served here was such a poor imitation to his own works of art! It was wrong! He furrows his brows as he considers how best to arrange a tasting.