"I hope if it's still locked." ((if?)) Bags jumped out of the...
Four sets of eyes, a total of eight, turned towards Pockets, who stood there, sheepishly grinning. "Well, you see..." he coughed gently. "Things in the window may be larger than they actually are." ((falling over laughing))
"To be honest, we, that is to say I, were interested in what your intentions were." Peter took a step back and waved a hand at the horseless wagon. "My outlooks told... ((Outlooks! YAY!!!!!))
Blushing furiously, Peter nodded and adjusted his shirt, all the starch in it suddenly giving up the ghost. ((Shirt?? He's... they're wearing shirts?? With STARCH, even??? How bizzarre!!))
At the mention of their names, all of the centaurs started. It was a rumbling mumble, and there were more than a few of them that kneeled in the direction of the wagon. ((i *think* kneeled is not right, but i've never seen Knelt (which is the word we'd *say* when we spoke of it) in print, so hey!))
Bags nodded and took a step forward, to join Grizelda. "Yeah. I'm Bags. What's the deal? Why are all your men talking among themselves like crazy people? ((Bags is sore lacking in diplomacy to say "like crazy people" just now.... even if it's true. *heh*))
And of course.... you've given us a total cliff-hanger here! When can we expect to find out what caused all this agitation?????? MORE!!! *hee*
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Four sets of eyes, a total of eight, turned towards Pockets, who stood there, sheepishly grinning. "Well, you see..." he coughed gently. "Things in the window may be larger than they actually are." ((falling over laughing))
"To be honest, we, that is to say I, were interested in what your intentions were." Peter took a step back and waved a hand at the horseless wagon. "My outlooks told... ((Outlooks! YAY!!!!!))
Blushing furiously, Peter nodded and adjusted his shirt, all the starch in it suddenly giving up the ghost. ((Shirt?? He's... they're wearing shirts?? With STARCH, even??? How bizzarre!!))
At the mention of their names, all of the centaurs started. It was a rumbling mumble, and there were more than a few of them that kneeled in the direction of the wagon. ((i *think* kneeled is not right, but i've never seen Knelt (which is the word we'd *say* when we spoke of it) in print, so hey!))
Bags nodded and took a step forward, to join Grizelda. "Yeah. I'm Bags. What's the deal? Why are all your men talking among themselves like crazy people? ((Bags is sore lacking in diplomacy to say "like crazy people" just now.... even if it's true. *heh*))
And of course.... you've given us a total cliff-hanger here! When can we expect to find out what caused all this agitation?????? MORE!!! *hee*