LordKrillie wrote:;Syndromed Sickness; wrote:Kite Kerr
Kite gave a faint 'pfff' toward Al while wandering down the hall toward the kitchen. He quietly sat on the couch, yawning fairly loudly while he stretched out across the couch. Being so short he could lay across it with out having his legs up on the arm of the couch, though his arms were resting on the other arm rest. "Hurry up ya slow poke." He said under his breath, not purposely trying to be heard. He messed with his tie, tugging on it a few times as he stared at the drawn on smile at the end of the tie. When had he even drawn that anyways? Who knows.
Al
Al hopped down the hall, struggling to get a sock on his foot, for some unknown reason unable to pull it up over his heal. "Aye, 'm comin'," He sighed, giving up on the sock and just slipping on his cheap purple shoes quickly. "Got 'erything?" the redhead checked, standing by the front door. Why was he in so much of a rush to get food, though? Was food really one of the most important things to him? Yes. It damn well was, and he was not at all ashamed. Never question someone's love for food. Not even your own. (ah, just a heads up, I'm going to be away from the 16-19th. )
Kite Kerr
Kite gave a yawn and nodded. "Mhm. Ready to go." He said, tucking his tie into his sweater. "You know that was my sock right?" He said blankly, wandering toward the door and opening it to leave. He smiled to himself, what a dork. It was pretty funny to watch though, that much was true. He tugged at his sweater slightly, it better not get hot too quickly, he wasn't in much of a mood to remove the purple sweater. Where were they going again? Cafe right? Was there even a cafe around there or was he just assuming that so he could walk around this early? Pf- like he'd know.
Kite gave a yawn and nodded. "Mhm. Ready to go." He said, tucking his tie into his sweater. "You know that was my sock right?" He said blankly, wandering toward the door and opening it to leave. He smiled to himself, what a dork. It was pretty funny to watch though, that much was true. He tugged at his sweater slightly, it better not get hot too quickly, he wasn't in much of a mood to remove the purple sweater. Where were they going again? Cafe right? Was there even a cafe around there or was he just assuming that so he could walk around this early? Pf- like he'd know.










