The trailer loomed. The light from the windows made the shadows of the lawn gnome and flamingo stretch ominously out into the road. Bloodspur's water dish was overturned again but Maurice didn't have the energy to set it right.
Meranda was sprawled over the sofa reaching out to her laptop on the coffee table tapping away. A battlefield of fallen Mountain Dew cans surrounded her and she wore the rings of a sleepless Pandaren warrior around her eyes. She was going to get this fucking item drop if she was up all night! When the door opened, Meranda glanced up breifly. Then she did a double-take.
"What the hell happened?"
Maurice was already shrugging his coat off. "I got jumped in an alley. We're ordering pizza, what kind do you want?"
"Wh-what? Jumped? I thought Countess Crankypants took care of all the vampire hunters." Meranda allowed her little level 56 hunter to die as she sat up.
"I think it was just...some guy." Maurice tried to hang his coat on the closet doorknob but missed. He left it in a pile on the floor. "I'm not sure he even knew where the human heart was. I'll be right back."
And then Maurice flat-out ABANDONED Heather there in the livingroom with a lit stick of dynamite.
Meranda, finally pulled away from her friend's recent situation, finally noticed--ah. Dandilion head. Her bodylanguage changed and she grew reserved with pinched brows. She instantly reached to unplug her laptop.
When Maurice came back out of his room with a clean and non-hole-filled shirt on, Meranda passed him in the hallway, computer, mouse, and cord in her arms. "Sausage and peppers for me."
"Alright..." Maurice dragged himself into the kitchen and sank down into the chair nearest the phone. Then he looked at Heather. Pointedly.
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Meranda was sprawled over the sofa reaching out to her laptop on the coffee table tapping away. A battlefield of fallen Mountain Dew cans surrounded her and she wore the rings of a sleepless Pandaren warrior around her eyes. She was going to get this fucking item drop if she was up all night! When the door opened, Meranda glanced up breifly. Then she did a double-take.
"What the hell happened?"
Maurice was already shrugging his coat off. "I got jumped in an alley. We're ordering pizza, what kind do you want?"
"Wh-what? Jumped? I thought Countess Crankypants took care of all the vampire hunters." Meranda allowed her little level 56 hunter to die as she sat up.
"I think it was just...some guy." Maurice tried to hang his coat on the closet doorknob but missed. He left it in a pile on the floor. "I'm not sure he even knew where the human heart was. I'll be right back."
And then Maurice flat-out ABANDONED Heather there in the livingroom with a lit stick of dynamite.
Meranda, finally pulled away from her friend's recent situation, finally noticed--ah. Dandilion head. Her bodylanguage changed and she grew reserved with pinched brows. She instantly reached to unplug her laptop.
When Maurice came back out of his room with a clean and non-hole-filled shirt on, Meranda passed him in the hallway, computer, mouse, and cord in her arms. "Sausage and peppers for me."
"Alright..." Maurice dragged himself into the kitchen and sank down into the chair nearest the phone. Then he looked at Heather. Pointedly.