|Ushiwaka (trickstermentor) wrote in marinasylum,|
@ 2010-11-19 16:38:00
|Entry tags:||sakura kinomoto, terezi pyrope, waka|
[The communicator turns when Waka takes it out of the bag he's been holding. He had gone to the convenience store earlier to pick up some packets tea herbs to brew and was nearly home when he noticed a certain surprise waiting for him.]
That's just my luck, isn't it? How gênante. [There's a hole in the bag. Not a very big or noticeable one, but one large enough to have sent his packets of tea somewhere on the sidewalk from the convenience store to the shelter. Waka tsks. He isn't very upset, just a little bemused at this turn of events. He thinks a bit and sighs.] I could get some more, but that would just be wasteful! They can't be that hard to find, anyway.
[So, anyone in the street might notice Waka crouched on the sidewalk, sifting through the snow, in his new polka-dot pink mittens and floofy red scarf.]
(ooc: is it sad that I've had the exact same thing happen to me.;;)