"What do you want for Christmas?" - Scoops >> calliemultimuse (hee hoo heheheheheh hoohohohohohoho)
🤖🤖— RRRrgh--! Botsford & her little gang simply HAD to have been doing this on PURPOSE; so clamorous, so disruptive to his creative process. No matter where or what type of day it was, the babbling trio always seemed never far behind, there to distract him from his work with their laughter, their tedious conversations, their BEING. To hear the query was but another drop of water in an ocean of their commotion, though so close & so loud. Huffing, his pencil stabs the area in his notebook he’d left himself on last,-
--& despite him thinking knowing VERY well what he’ll see, instinct prompts a glance to be passed at his side-------------
--That becomes an almost startled double take.
Woodview Elementary’s own ace reporter, Scoops, standing just by the other &----- a shift of the blonde’s gaze tells mostly LONE, at that; no tittering girls behind, at his sides, only the journalist himself. Following, flicking eyes reveal that there’s nobody else he could seem to be talking to either. Bemusement; it takes a moment to accept, few more to think of reasons why - of all people, THEODORE was spoken to. -----A question was asked; right-- & that was---? It sparks back into his mind, raising further questions.
Despite few seconds only have passed since they’d met yet again, thoughts buzzed like it’d been hours already. He finds himself at a brief loss for words, before kicking himself back into gear. & with all that, he’s talking to Tobey McCallister.
❝ And - now-- WHY would that be any of YOUR concern? Hm--? ❞
His notebook is held against his chest, latest amateur blueprints hidden from sight.
❝ Perchance this be a questionnaire for the next “ BIG “ article in the papers? ❞
Without awaiting a response, he retrieves his pencil, pointing the eraser end toward the other.
❝ --Well - I will JUST have you know, I’ll not be sharing my innermost thoughts & desires for the sake of ENTERTAINMENT purposes. My sincerest apologies to your awaiting readers. ❞
Let’s review: he’d asked what he wanted for Christmas,--
--not interrogated him for a damning confession of sorts. — 🤖🤖