Stop Waving Your Butt Around [Benji]
Jul 1, 2014 5:34:55 GMT -5
Post by Georgina Speer on Jul 1, 2014 5:34:55 GMT -5
George grinned mischievously, "Some teachers deserve it." It was entirely true. Some teachers were such asswipes, and they deserved to trip over their own shoelaces. Or fall into a bin full of trash. Same difference - it could be hard to teach a lesson, but there were some who needed to learn their lesson. BAM. She nodded at his acceptance. Maybe he wasn't such a blithering twit after all... gah, she didn't know what to think.
She tilted her head. It wasn't like she had never danced properly in her life - she did danced to Vocaloid that one time in town centre, by herself. That was fun. But this was different. "Mmm... I dunno."
Her craziness really hadn't poked through during this conversation. It might have, had she been a little more hyper and a little less... argumentative. But... "Yeah, you've gotta keep something like that under wraps, and then BAM!" Here it came... "You're stuck on a platoon with a dozen mobster lobsters with tiny fedoras and lots of cereal and I'm above you manically laughing from a hot air balloon." She shrugged her shoulders as if it was the most casual thing in the world, "It happens." Of course.
George raised her eyebrows at him when he looked at her again, and listened quietly (for once) as her explained what was going on. She didn't know the exact name, but it had something to do with dimensions, or something, right? Did that mean... there was another 'her' out there, in another dimension, who had fucking phasing? Man, that was shitballs. Why did she have to be stuck with bloody tracking?
Wait, she was supposed to be helping Benji. Welp, this day was weird.
"I don't think you're crazy," That coming from the insane girl. She shrugged her shoulders, "Not unless you think you are." It was like, you are what you eat. But instead, you are what you believe yourself to be. This was some deep shit. She considered what he said - he shouldn't have to stay silent for the sake of his power, but at the same time, he-
Wait fuck what.
George blinked a few times, and then laughed incredulously, "Good try, smooth guy." Accidental rhyme, but that made it even better. She wasn't... no, she was completely-! ... maybe she wasn't completely unattracted to this guy, but still. That was a terrible time to say something like that. Besides... George wasn't used to it. She had never been asked out before... it was weird for it to happen. And from this guy, this... ridiculous guy. She stood up, smiling.
This had been... interesting.
She tilted her head. It wasn't like she had never danced properly in her life - she did danced to Vocaloid that one time in town centre, by herself. That was fun. But this was different. "Mmm... I dunno."
Her craziness really hadn't poked through during this conversation. It might have, had she been a little more hyper and a little less... argumentative. But... "Yeah, you've gotta keep something like that under wraps, and then BAM!" Here it came... "You're stuck on a platoon with a dozen mobster lobsters with tiny fedoras and lots of cereal and I'm above you manically laughing from a hot air balloon." She shrugged her shoulders as if it was the most casual thing in the world, "It happens." Of course.
George raised her eyebrows at him when he looked at her again, and listened quietly (for once) as her explained what was going on. She didn't know the exact name, but it had something to do with dimensions, or something, right? Did that mean... there was another 'her' out there, in another dimension, who had fucking phasing? Man, that was shitballs. Why did she have to be stuck with bloody tracking?
Wait, she was supposed to be helping Benji. Welp, this day was weird.
"I don't think you're crazy," That coming from the insane girl. She shrugged her shoulders, "Not unless you think you are." It was like, you are what you eat. But instead, you are what you believe yourself to be. This was some deep shit. She considered what he said - he shouldn't have to stay silent for the sake of his power, but at the same time, he-
Wait fuck what.
George blinked a few times, and then laughed incredulously, "Good try, smooth guy." Accidental rhyme, but that made it even better. She wasn't... no, she was completely-! ... maybe she wasn't completely unattracted to this guy, but still. That was a terrible time to say something like that. Besides... George wasn't used to it. She had never been asked out before... it was weird for it to happen. And from this guy, this... ridiculous guy. She stood up, smiling.
This had been... interesting.
