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the dazzling michael corner ([info]crnr) wrote in [info]consequentlyrpg,
@ 2008-02-16 16:52:00
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WHO Michael Corner & Lisa Turpin
WHAT Mike invited Lisa over for something sweet.
WHERE Corner's house.
WHEN Friday, August the 29th, 1997.
RATING TBD


Michael slid on the kitchen floor as he made his way to the refridgerator. Opening it he threw out contents enough to make a good sandwhich. His stomach grumbled in an vicious response. Over top of his ears were a pair of headphones and in his pocket was a discman, one of the newest ones. Him and Kevin had gone down to a muggle city and bought a bunch of things. Michael decided to get himself a discman and a bunch of frisbee's, or well CD's as they were called. They played music and it was only heard by him. He liked it a lot.

So swaying slightly he started to do a form of a dance while his eyes were closed. It would've looked actually rather amusing to anyone who would see it. But by the time the song was over he became interested in the sandwhich again. He had a little while before Lisa was supposed to drop by so he thought he'd waste his time by eating. It was a favourite past-time, and a lot of his friends could vouch for that. How Michael kept his figure it was actually rather impossible to explain. He ate more than ten fully grown men. At times it was just plain frightening and disturbing. Others it was fascinating.

Shoving half of the sandwhich into his mouth (which in itself was not an easy battle, Michael enjoyed his sandwhiches fat) and chewing on it a slight bit he saw his golden retriever Atticus come through the door. His golden tail was wagging and his head kept on going back from Michael to outside the kitchen. Michael placing his sandwhich on the kitchen island for a moment took of his headphones and went out of the kitchen for a mere moment.

When he returned his sandwhich was gone. Atticus, like Michael had a hefty appetite. Giving a large groan he looked down at the adorable dog, who was now licking his nuzzle like any satisfied dog would. Moving around the golden beast he heard a few raps at the door. "Comin' Li," he said as he slid across the front hallway, and opened the door. "Come on in," he said with a smile. "You know you don't need to knock right?"


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