Skulduggery leaned on the counter, admiring the marble that was visible between the joints of his fingers. Dark green, very nice. It went well with the tissue-box cover thing, and that went well with the towels on the rack. It was a nice room. It would do nicely.
He casually reached over and flushed the toilet, waiting a few moments for the tank to fill before walking out into the main room. Valkyrie stared at him, obviously horrified.
"What were you doing in there?"
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Toilet humor. Teehee.
Welcome one and all to CaricaTure, the story of a crazy fangirl in a world made of other crazy fangirls (and boys). Some might call this an autobiography, but since this may be used against me when the hamster ghosts come back to rule the Earth, I'm going to call it 'fan-fiction.'
Please God, don't kill me for this. It will get better.