School Halls, Early Monday
Nov. 8th, 2010 08:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
former_cheerioAnyone in the halls before classes today might hear strange sounds coming from behind the door of locker 327.
"No, pull, don't --"
"I'm trying. The feathers tickle."
"Great. Do you know how to play the didgeridoo?"
"Hang on, almost..."
And then Christian and Quinn tumbled out onto the floor. She had feathers in her hair; he had paint streaked across his face and had lost his shirt somewhere. They blinked, then looked at each other slowly as smiles spread across their faces.
"Let's not tell anybody what happened back there," Christian urged.
"Done," Quinn agreed firmly.
[OOC: Open, sure. Why not?]
"No, pull, don't --"
"I'm trying. The feathers tickle."
"Great. Do you know how to play the didgeridoo?"
"Hang on, almost..."
And then Christian and Quinn tumbled out onto the floor. She had feathers in her hair; he had paint streaked across his face and had lost his shirt somewhere. They blinked, then looked at each other slowly as smiles spread across their faces.
"Let's not tell anybody what happened back there," Christian urged.
"Done," Quinn agreed firmly.
[OOC: Open, sure. Why not?]
