` pearl fey-wright (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pearlfeywright) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} poseidonacademy,@ 2009-09-22 20:00:00 |
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( who ) Honey [&] Pearl
( what ) Friends hanging out just cause. Also tea. Tea wins.
( where ) Honey's room! :D
( when ) Right after this conversation in Pearl's journal.
( warning(s) ) lolololoololololololololololol /brb dying forever
It wasn’t all that often that she went out about with people, honestly, Pearl tended to stay within the confinement of her bedroom walls either doing homework, having guests over or watching the Steele Samurai rescue the world one day at a time. But having heard about Honey’s situation she wanted to go visit him to see if he needed any help—apart from simply sharing a nice cup of tea with him. Truth be told, she was in need of the tea to help calm herself from being upset and worked up about the upcoming selection for the play her class was putting on: Peter Pan.
After looking through her cabinets, Pearl managed to find a box of Chamomile tea, possibly some that her Mama had left over from a visit; something told her that Professor Snape was not a fan of Chamomile after all. She wandered along the sidewalk toward Honey’s quad with the box of teabags in hand and a bit of a skip in her step, moving quickly. It was silly of her to think that the person who was helping the blond boy with his issues at the moment might be someone bad, but Phoenix Wright was her Papa after all and she had been on a number of cases with him. She’d be surprised not to have a bit of sleuthing in her—or a bit of worry for things like that in the very least.
Reaching the porch, Pearl climbed the small amount of steps and moved to the door, lifting her small fist to knock on the door. She briefly wondered if Honey would be able to make it to the door and decided she didn’t want to make him go through the trouble. Turning the knob, Pearl peeked into the quad, stepping into the common area and closing the door lightly behind herself.
“Mister Honey! It’s me, Pearl!” She called to let him know it was she who was entering the quad. Taking a few steps, she paused her movements and tapped her fingers lightly over the box of tea. “Did you want me to come help you from your room, um, o-or anything like that?” She felt a bit odd having to ask, but if he needed the help, Pearl certainly didn’t mind. Honey was a friend, after all and she was the type of girl to do anything for her friends.
( what ) Friends hanging out just cause. Also tea. Tea wins.
( where ) Honey's room! :D
( when ) Right after this conversation in Pearl's journal.
( warning(s) ) lolololoololololololololololol /brb dying forever
It wasn’t all that often that she went out about with people, honestly, Pearl tended to stay within the confinement of her bedroom walls either doing homework, having guests over or watching the Steele Samurai rescue the world one day at a time. But having heard about Honey’s situation she wanted to go visit him to see if he needed any help—apart from simply sharing a nice cup of tea with him. Truth be told, she was in need of the tea to help calm herself from being upset and worked up about the upcoming selection for the play her class was putting on: Peter Pan.
After looking through her cabinets, Pearl managed to find a box of Chamomile tea, possibly some that her Mama had left over from a visit; something told her that Professor Snape was not a fan of Chamomile after all. She wandered along the sidewalk toward Honey’s quad with the box of teabags in hand and a bit of a skip in her step, moving quickly. It was silly of her to think that the person who was helping the blond boy with his issues at the moment might be someone bad, but Phoenix Wright was her Papa after all and she had been on a number of cases with him. She’d be surprised not to have a bit of sleuthing in her—or a bit of worry for things like that in the very least.
Reaching the porch, Pearl climbed the small amount of steps and moved to the door, lifting her small fist to knock on the door. She briefly wondered if Honey would be able to make it to the door and decided she didn’t want to make him go through the trouble. Turning the knob, Pearl peeked into the quad, stepping into the common area and closing the door lightly behind herself.
“Mister Honey! It’s me, Pearl!” She called to let him know it was she who was entering the quad. Taking a few steps, she paused her movements and tapped her fingers lightly over the box of tea. “Did you want me to come help you from your room, um, o-or anything like that?” She felt a bit odd having to ask, but if he needed the help, Pearl certainly didn’t mind. Honey was a friend, after all and she was the type of girl to do anything for her friends.