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.]

Comments

[micronation]

In case it starts moving?

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

Exactly.

And that was an accident.

[micronation]

I guess it'd be bad if my leg melted or something.

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

Quite bad. But you don't have to worry. I was a lot younger when that happened. And there's a difference between making something and bandaging up a leg.

[Finishes.]

There, you're done. Just remember not to walk on it. And sleep carefully.

[micronation]

You melted your leg? [That's the creepiest most awesome thing.]

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

...What? No. I meant when I made the cheese.

I've yet to actually melt a part of my body.

[micronation]

Ohhh. Well, the cheese is pretty cool, too.

[What. He's a twelve-year-old boy.]

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

[She figures as much.]

Glad to hear that. Even if he does has a tendency to run around stealing things.

[micronation]

What's he steal? I didn't think cheese needed stuff.

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

Pretty much anything he can find. He lives with small blue men called Feegle. They steal, drink and fight all the time.

[micronation]

Oh, so he steals for them?