“You are an embodiment of my feelings and my deepest truth, my secret dreams and fears.”
“You’re going into the garbage.”
I not sure this is how art therapy is supposed to go.
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@perfectprincesschallenge
“You are an embodiment of my feelings and my deepest truth, my secret dreams and fears.”
“You’re going into the garbage.”
I not sure this is how art therapy is supposed to go.
“This is fine.”
“You know, sweet young thing, there’s easier work out there than internet scamming. And it’s more fun, too.”
*whimper*
“Oh gosh what’s that over there it’s a guard-”
“Those coffee beans remind you of something, chef? Because I can tell you cook with a lot of beans.”
“I mean I can smell it.”
“Woo! More like Chef Fart-ran, amirite?”
“That - I would never overuse beans in a dish! I’m a professional!”
Hey! I bought you a chocolate bun thing and a coffee. Why so glum, chum?
“Because I just electrocuted myself?”
Yeah, but now that guy knows you’re hard. He’s not gonna mess with a girl who electrocutes herself to get out of a conversation. You’re wily, like an electric ee”l, or the noble platypus.
“I guess. I-”
Oh shoot!
“What?”
Nothing, just eat your chocolate bread. And don’t look up. Maybe never look up again.
Eep.
“You know, guy, maybe you were right about me. I should take your selfless offer seriously!”
“Exactly, my dear.”
“Let’s shake on it.” *giggle*
“Ah!”
“Are you all right?”
“I-i-i-i-i- I’m f-f-f-fine!”
“It must be all this static! From the weather! Excuse me!”
I didn’t even know handbuzzers could backfire. Huh!
“Okay, bud, what’s your offer? Hurry up, I got emails to send.”
“My dear girl, it’s obvious you need a stabilizing influence. If you would consider an offer of matrimony-”
“Ugh!”
“Ugh! I’m never going to feel clean again!”
“Excuse me, young lady! That computer is for paying customers only! But perhaps we could strike a bargain. . .”
what level of mischief lets you set someone on fire with your mind?
“Dear Sir/Madam, I am in urgent need of your aid. My coffers are overflowing but I require the aid of a a stalwart compatriot to realize-”
Olive! There’s no eating in the library! You put that pear back in your inventory right now!
I can’t believe I’ve raised this kind of monster.
“Hey, Wendy!”
“Yes?”
“I’m having a house party tonight, wanna come?”
“Oh, sure! It’s a little last minute, but that sounds-”
“Pranked! I don’t even have a house, dummy.”
“Oh. Okay? You . . . got me?”
Okay, little match girl, I get it. You know you own a coat, right?
“It doesn’t even have full sleeves.”
What are you doing?
“I’m looking for shelter because I’m in my pajamas in the middle of a blizzard, Dad.”
Yeah, I guess it would mess up the challenge if you froze to death.
“This sure gives a new meaning to frosted cereal. Ha. Ha. Ha.”
“Behold the horrors and gross temptations of my slightly bared midriff! Boo!”
“I don’t find this very amusing, young lady. How do you ever hope to find a husband-”
“Ew.”
“I don’t see why a young girl would insist on dressing so immodestly!”
“If it bothers you so much than quit staring! Jeez!”
Who’s that thing tuned to, again?”
“Me. I’m doing this because you made me eat food that literally set my mouth on fire.”
Oh. Cool.