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So it had taken a good amount of planning- finding skates that would fit Tali, a time that would work for both of them, and then a rink open at the appropriate time- but here they were. There were a few skaters already on the ice, but it wasn't crowded or anything. Eric finished tying up his skates and then tucked his shoes under the bench along with the backpack he'd brought (what was in said backpack? well, that was for later.)
"You ready?" he asked, looking over at Tali.
[ooc: for the one that's mentioned in the post!]
"You ready?" he asked, looking over at Tali.
[ooc: for the one that's mentioned in the post!]
Room 216, Saturday Morning
Jun. 6th, 2015 08:37 amUuugh, morning. Years of training meant Eric was capable of waking up at the buttcrack of dawn, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He certainly wasn't one to wake up early on purpose if he didn't have to, especially on a Saturday. So he was doing his best to fight off that whole return-to-consciousness thing and drift back off to sleep, except it was really hard to get comfortable. And also something kept tugging on his hair?
"Waddles, stoppit," he mumbled, waving one hand to shoo away what he figured was the most likely culprit. Except that just made the tugging worse. "Ow!"
Wait. Eric was well aware that he could make his voice go pretty high when circumstances called for it, but this was... this didn't seem right. Nor did a number of other things. He stumbled out of bed and headed for the nearest reflective surface.
"What in the ever-lovin' hell?"
[ooc: for the roomie, or anyone inclined to knock! may be some sp later as i'm off to pride.]
"Waddles, stoppit," he mumbled, waving one hand to shoo away what he figured was the most likely culprit. Except that just made the tugging worse. "Ow!"
Wait. Eric was well aware that he could make his voice go pretty high when circumstances called for it, but this was... this didn't seem right. Nor did a number of other things. He stumbled out of bed and headed for the nearest reflective surface.
"What in the ever-lovin' hell?"
[ooc: for the roomie, or anyone inclined to knock! may be some sp later as i'm off to pride.]
OMG Infopost, Please!
Apr. 29th, 2015 11:16 amI'm too lazy to infopost my oldbies but here, have the new one!
Eric Richard "Bitty" Bittle is from the webcomic Check, Please! which, well... actually why don't I let him explain it??
( omg click, please!* )
Eric Richard "Bitty" Bittle is from the webcomic Check, Please! which, well... actually why don't I let him explain it??
( omg click, please!* )
