Post Thirty One: Doing the rounds

[witchofthechalk]

[There is a teenage girl knocking at your door. Yes your door.....unless you are Teatime. She's wearing a witches hat and carrying a bag in her hands.]

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[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

[She looks a little thoughtful abuot this for a moment, then nods.]

"Sure. Want me to come with?"

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[She opens the bag and digs around in it.]

You can if you'd like. I'm going around to houses to see if people need help with anything.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

[She nods, and will step out.]

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[Just pulling out some wrapped cheese and hands it to her.]

Here you are. It should at least taste better then that fake cheese they sell here.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

[She eats the cheese and doesn't vomit. This is probably a good sign from someone as notoriously lactose intolerant as shana. She smiles]


"Thank you."

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[That is.]

You're welcome.

[Walking then.]

Did you go see the town that opened up?

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

"No, I kind of wish I did, all my friends went there except for Jason."

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Did they?

I went to look around a bit as well. It was quite odd.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

"Anything you liked?"

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

A bit too dry for me. It reminded me of the desert.