So.
Very.
Evil.
See the earlier thing, where I
passed
the test of temptation?
Well, a Certain Somebody Who Shall Remain Nameless has clearly been taking lessons in Temptation Resistance from Eve.
Vermillion knickers?
Oh, the streets of Seattle will run with blood, I tell you. Or possibly paint. Or coffee. But there will be running, I tell you!
shakes tiny fist at the universe
eta
Ah, P-C, there will be no 'Good Job!' type compliments Chez Reason, unless they are directed at Perky Goths. Instead, there will be a Mass Slaughter of Housepoints. And quite possibly detention.
Fear my Teacher-fu. No. Really.
glares glary deathglare of fearsomeness
Those Brits! I tell you!
Fay, insent with snail mail addy.
glares glary deathglare of fearsomeness
Which in no way resembles the look a small kitten wears when trying to look very fierce. No. Not at all. The glary glare deathglare of fearsomeness is indeed Fearsome. Really.
Loom
Only 3 Buffistas in a house together would delay going to get much needed breakfast and coffee to post nonsense at each other. IJS.
And Fay decided the viridian knickers looked better as a hat today.
Honey, you have not yet
seen
the Glary Deathglare of Fearsomeness.
Grown men flee, and small children burst into tears.
Grrr.
Awwwwwwwwww.
Is that an 'Awww' of nostalgia, or of the cute?
Wow. It's almost,
almost
as fearsome as her Piglet is Startled face.
Which I shall cherish... er, no, I mean quake in terror at, forever.
