24th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Well well well. A certain Scout had managed to make it through Mother's Day with nothing more than losing a toaster, but does that mean he's going to be nice on Father's Day? Probably not.

It was halfway through his workday when he realized what was going on, and it was right then and there that, if you were standing near him, you could *swear* you saw him grow little devil horns and a forked tail. Oh ho ho. Oh ho ho ho ho.

The problem is the women of this town are smarter than that, and he's having a hard time finding anyone to try this out on that's any fun; drones are so boring! But he's still looking, and ladies, he wants to know what you're thinking. Feel free to innocently approach/berate/be victimized/run away screaming from him!]

Comments

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[It goes in...and then falls out. Ai looks at it for a moment and then picks it up again.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ya gotta grab it when it hits the glove. Otherwise that'll happen.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Ai looks at the glove and practises closing it a few times. She then throws it back.]