Post by arratra on Jun 12, 2009 23:46:41 GMT -5
Arratra finished sweeping the last of the dust out of his part of the barracks, turned around, and discovered that, once again, Margras had gotten into mischief. The basket of glows that normally hung near the bed had fallen to the floor and spilled its glows all over the place.
As per usual, Margras was playing around with one of the glows, rolling it across the floor and pouncing on it.
"Margras, help me clean up your mess or it's no sweetmelts!"
Margras looked up, and he chirped contritely, seeing all the glows he had spilt.
"Put them back where they belong," Arratra said sternly, "And you can keep one to play with."
Margras chirped cheerfully, immediately grabbing the nearest glow and carrying it to the basket, which was still laying on the floor.
"Hey! Give me some time to put it back where it belong!"
Margras zoomed around his head as he picked up the basket and plated it on its hook.
The cheeky flit immediately dropped the glow he was holding into the basket and flew down to the floor for another one.
"I hope you grow out of this, Margras, or I'm going to have to take this up with Kalith."
The mere mention of Kalith made Margras vanish between, although he reappeared right in front of the hearth, cheeped in embarrassment, and went about his work.
As per usual, Margras was playing around with one of the glows, rolling it across the floor and pouncing on it.
"Margras, help me clean up your mess or it's no sweetmelts!"
Margras looked up, and he chirped contritely, seeing all the glows he had spilt.
"Put them back where they belong," Arratra said sternly, "And you can keep one to play with."
Margras chirped cheerfully, immediately grabbing the nearest glow and carrying it to the basket, which was still laying on the floor.
"Hey! Give me some time to put it back where it belong!"
Margras zoomed around his head as he picked up the basket and plated it on its hook.
The cheeky flit immediately dropped the glow he was holding into the basket and flew down to the floor for another one.
"I hope you grow out of this, Margras, or I'm going to have to take this up with Kalith."
The mere mention of Kalith made Margras vanish between, although he reappeared right in front of the hearth, cheeped in embarrassment, and went about his work.