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intheheart) wrote2014-01-01 08:58 pm
intheheart) wrote2014-01-01 08:58 pm
Entry tags:
Statistics
Title: Statistics
Rating: PG
Summary: Summer deals with an annoyance.
Notes: Doll made here. For Kelly, they know why.
Summer was reading. That was the annoying part.
"Shh!" she hissed, in the general direction of the young man shouting in her library. "Some of us are trying to study!"
He looked over his shoulder and sneered at her, then went back to shouting at the appalled man across the table from him. Something about guns.
Ugh, she didn't want to transform for this, she was busy.
Nevertheless.
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The shouting young man nearly pissed himself when a polite young woman in blue and white tapped him on the shoulder and told him, in intricate detail and with occasional infliction of pain for emphasis, how wrong he was.
She turned on her heel at the end, then paused, looked up at the sky as if asking for patience, then looked down at the quivering pile of formerly shouting young man and said, with great reluctance, "Bam. Statistics."
Someone very far away might have cheered, and giggled with happiness. But the library denizens were too far away to hear.
Rating: PG
Summary: Summer deals with an annoyance.
Notes: Doll made here. For Kelly, they know why.
Summer was reading. That was the annoying part.
"Shh!" she hissed, in the general direction of the young man shouting in her library. "Some of us are trying to study!"
He looked over his shoulder and sneered at her, then went back to shouting at the appalled man across the table from him. Something about guns.
Ugh, she didn't want to transform for this, she was busy.
Nevertheless.
--
--
The shouting young man nearly pissed himself when a polite young woman in blue and white tapped him on the shoulder and told him, in intricate detail and with occasional infliction of pain for emphasis, how wrong he was.
She turned on her heel at the end, then paused, looked up at the sky as if asking for patience, then looked down at the quivering pile of formerly shouting young man and said, with great reluctance, "Bam. Statistics."
Someone very far away might have cheered, and giggled with happiness. But the library denizens were too far away to hear.