Monday, October 5, 2015
The bodies of the Iron Horde warriors and peons lay strewn about the courtyard and building. A mighty whirlwind had come through in the form of a Tauren druid and his shaman sidekick, one more bent on destruction than the other.
Raska looked around. It almost appeared they were in a kitchen. Deep in Iron Horde territory and they'd stopped in a kitchen? And was Tsunderebear .. making a sandwich? "Why here?" she asked.
Tsunderebear gave a smile as he held up a sandwich and took a hearty bite out of it. "I was hungry!" he said around the mouthful of bread.
"Hungry." Raska repeated, blankly. She stared up at him, mouth slack for almost a full minute. "We fought through half the ranks of the Iron Horde just because you didn't want to eat rations?!"
"Yes." He chewed happily.
"Why am I even friends with you?!" the orcess spluttered.
"I made you one too." Tsunderebear replied, holding out a second sandwich.
She took it with a sigh.
Thursday, October 1, 2015
There was a bunny in his fridge.
This wasn't a particularly new development, there always seemed to be one bunny or another in his fridge. Like he could eat all that kale and those dandelion greens anyway. What was unusual, however, was the dog lying on his bed.
Miss Lola hopped into the room, chomping down on the rememants of a piece of banana. Where had she found banana? "I heard you were sick. I don't do sick, so I brought you a dog."
Imogen wagged her tail hopefully.
The Viking looked from one animal to the other and shrugged, dumping pack onto floor and sat on the bed. Imogen wiggled around so she could put her head in his lap for proper petting.
The Viking turned on the TV. "Hope you can understand Danish." He never quite knew what the rabbits were speaking or claiming to understand.
He was rather impressed when the collie cross gave a thppppt.