So basically, these drabbles are a bunch of crazy scenarios thst would most probably never take place. They were written from prompts over at Steelsings. I had them sitting hidden in my files and thought somebody may get a chuckle out of them. They're just something to pass the time until I can manage to complete a few other projects.
Be warned – some are more nonsensical than others.
So Enjoy!
What will my Dogs think?
That was the first thought to run through my head when I spotted a lock of my hair. Tunstall would think it a joke, though I can't imagine that Godwin will even care.
I eyed my cat suspiciously. "Did you do this, you ungrateful furball?"
"Mahr," Pounce cried. Curse cats who can only be understood when it took their fancy.
I snuck out as quickly as I could. I didn't want Rosto to see. Only imagine the torture he'd put me through with all his teasing.
My Dogs acted exactly as I thought they would. Tunstall all but turned red from laughter. At first his eyes were so widely opened that he almost did look like an owl.
"There ain't another mot like this one," he chuckled.
"The rats won't walk themselves to Outwalls," Goodwin commented, as if everything was perfectly normal.
When I arrived home I tried to sneak in without being seen. Rosto was sitting with his back facing me; he was reading something with interest. I crept towards my room.
"Nice hair, purple head," Rosto said without looking up.
Damn, I cursed. He'd caught me.
Outwalls is a prison.