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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 5, 2009 15:23:09 GMT -5
Petunia stared blankly at the list of majors that her school offered. She only had a little while longer before she would have to decide what to do with the rest of her life. Of course, her parents said what she majored in wasn't a huge deal. After all she could always go back to school. But what if she was miserable with her choice? What if she ended up being stuck in the job no one wanted for twenty years before she went back to get another degree? A soft growl escaped her as she snapped the list shut. Later, she would look at it later. Slipping it into her backpack she hopped off her chair. She still had to work on two more assignments before the end of the term and the decision had to be made. Her tail swished in contemplation as she padded towards the exit. Maybe she should just take a day to relax? Relaxing! Ha--she stumbled rather suddenly, tripping on her own feet as her pack strap snapped without warning. Her books, pens, and ink went skittering across the floor of the dead silent library with a hideous crash. The canine mix winced. At least the library wasn't all that busy for once.... and hopefully no one saw that beautiful graceless display. She grumbled as she started shoving her things back in her now broken bag. |
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Post by loch on Sept 6, 2009 9:18:26 GMT -5
James Mountjoy III, known to all his most intimate friends (which he didn't have, but don't tell him that) as Jamie, loved words. Language was a beautiful thing, and if he knew it wouldn't get him thrown from the library, he'd read the giant tome he was leaning over out loud, just to savor each and every consonant and vowel. Even so, the Esterberry ferret couldn't resist whispering a few words to himself, rolling luxuriously over every phonic. "Eg-lan-tine," he pronounced softly. Meaning sweetbrier. Honestly, Jamie was not a particular aficionado of Shakespeare, especially his comedies, but he would admit freely the bard was incredibly gifted with language. Every line was a work of art, and very easily made up for the cliche storylines. A sudden, heavy noise made him glance up from the book he was perusing - just in time, fortunately, to catch a very odd half-breed trip over her feet, sending all of her materials flying all over the beautiful hardwood floors. Jamie, face as deadpan as could be, asked, "Are you okay?" Despite his best efforts, his tone made it very obvious he was desperately trying not to chuckle. What he wanted to do was immediately go back to his collection of Elizabethan plays, but a few pens and a notebook had managed to find their way under his table. So, off his chair he slid, grabbing the writing utensils with his long, dexterous tail, and sliding the notebook over to his fellow Esterberry. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 6, 2009 11:58:22 GMT -5
Oh damn. Someone had been around. The mix breed looked at him for a moment as if she was the proverbial deer caught in headlights. She wanted to say something snarky in reply. After all she had made a fool of herself thanks to her now broken backpack. Instead she decided not to burn any bridges even if she wanted to.
And she really wanted to, especially considering it was a pretty little Esterberry. Probably thought he was the greatest gift to the world. She bit the inside of her cheek for a moment before giving the ferret a toothy grin. "Not really, but thank you for your concern, sir." The strain in her voice was clear as she shoved another one of her notebooks in her pack.
For a moment she watched as he slid off the chair. Did he actually have the intention to help her? When he picked up one of her fountain pens with his tail a furry eyebrow quirked. That must have been useful. Maybe she should warn him that was one of the pens that frequently leaked?
She gave him another smile as the notebook slid across the floor. "Ah, thank you, this one's pretty important."
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