TommyGun15
Teh Scawyest Wulf
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Location: E&E Class/ Hallway
Who I'm with: Mistress Imalia (@folclor ), Sugarshe (@mewbot5408 )
What I'm doing: Leaving Class/ Making a possibly dumb decision
James nodded his head.
"Yes Mistress. I promise I'll be back in class tomorrow."
With that, he departed Mistress Imalia's classroom.
As he walked towards the Headmistress's office, he thought about what Imalia said to him. He shuddered at the thought that the Headmistress might decide he was of more use as an undead. As he thought of this, he pulled out the contract Sugarshe had given him. Unfortunately, he couldn't read the language it was written in, and he got the distinct feeling that if he asked Mistress Imalia to translate it, she would command him not to sign it. Nevertheless, there was a very real possibility that James would be dead by the end of the day, and James decided that before he risked dying, he would do something that was stupid, reckless, and (hopefully) fun.
James wandered the hallways until he found Sugarshe walking down the hallway. He walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention. Now that they both were standing, James could see just how much shorter than her he was, especially since James was rather short for his age. Altogether, the top of James's head only reached up to Sugarshe's neck.
"Um... Sugar." James began, trying to control his breathing. "I've thought about you blood contract and, well..."
James reached into his bag, pulled out his pencil sharpener, and used it to cut his finger. With the blood slowly oozing from the wound, James daubed his name onto the paper. He held it out to her.
"I've made my decision."
Location: E&E Class/ Hallway
Who I'm with: Mistress Imalia (@folclor ), Sugarshe (@mewbot5408 )
What I'm doing: Leaving Class/ Making a possibly dumb decision
James nodded his head.
"Yes Mistress. I promise I'll be back in class tomorrow."
With that, he departed Mistress Imalia's classroom.
As he walked towards the Headmistress's office, he thought about what Imalia said to him. He shuddered at the thought that the Headmistress might decide he was of more use as an undead. As he thought of this, he pulled out the contract Sugarshe had given him. Unfortunately, he couldn't read the language it was written in, and he got the distinct feeling that if he asked Mistress Imalia to translate it, she would command him not to sign it. Nevertheless, there was a very real possibility that James would be dead by the end of the day, and James decided that before he risked dying, he would do something that was stupid, reckless, and (hopefully) fun.
James wandered the hallways until he found Sugarshe walking down the hallway. He walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention. Now that they both were standing, James could see just how much shorter than her he was, especially since James was rather short for his age. Altogether, the top of James's head only reached up to Sugarshe's neck.
"Um... Sugar." James began, trying to control his breathing. "I've thought about you blood contract and, well..."
James reached into his bag, pulled out his pencil sharpener, and used it to cut his finger. With the blood slowly oozing from the wound, James daubed his name onto the paper. He held it out to her.
"I've made my decision."