eight | stupid holiday nonsense... bull

[strike_you_out]

[Phone |  The telephone cord stretches from the kitchen all the way to the first step outside the door on the side of the house where, hopefully, this call will go unheard by other members of the household. "Christmas" and "gift-giving" are still very strange concepts in Slugger's mind.]


What do--

... ...

[Dammit, why is he even--  

Just. Spits it out.]    ...What do "mothers" like?


[Action |  While he ponders this, Slugger will be out shoveling snow off the driveway. It may look like a chore but he's actually doing this to uncover the icy death-trap and personal skating rink he created last week (which covers the entire driveway, the side-walk in front, and part of the street.)

And once the driveway is cleared, he'll be skidding up and down it -- he really does miss his skates. No, he does not care that he's about to cross into the direct trajectory of that oncoming vehicle.

SIDE-NOTE: One Edward Nigma may find that his socks have mysteriously gone missing...]

Comments

Re: [Phone]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[...You seem to know a lot of things.]

She might like books. Are there any good ones in Mayfield? Ones that aren't Mayfield-approved...

[Possibly a secret collection hoarded by some resident literary snob he doesn't know about?]

Re: [Phone]

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

[There's a reason for that; too bad you won't know it]

Not that I am aware of. There are people who could probably reiterate a handful of books though if you asked. But that would take a long time to write out.

[chaos is thinking of Wilhelm and Albedo here. The two do enjoy their literature.]