RP: Stupid Goblins Who: Rose & Rolf When: 29. March 2009 around noon Where: Their flat above The Beastiary What: Rose isn’t happy with the latest Owl she got from the bank Warnings: Potential language
“GET OUT OF THE WAY, ANT!” Rose yelled, feeling a little bad when she saw her wriggle lumber off to hide in the guest room, just a moment before cup hit the kitchen wall. Oh, she had been more reasonable earlier, when she had taken out her frustration on the training dummy, but then she had accidentally evaporated it, and she still had far too much frustrated anger boiling inside.
Except, it didn’t feel like it. She was furious and humiliated, and that had her fling the next three mugs she got her hands on against the same spot on the wall. “Urât mirositoare Goblins dracului,” she muttered and crashed two plates to the floor.