Pronoun Trouble

=^___^= *prrrr* Hmm.. would he mind as long as they were realistic-looking pixies? X3;;; And if yes, how about a photograph? That way the human figure doesn't have to be at scale to the rest and you can pick and choose what part/s of the body you want to show. Or a painting in the background. Or you could do something with a theme like 'Japan', where you havae rice instead of bread and an asiatic dragon as the metal handle of the water jug and a placemat with sakura blossoms on it or something >.>; Or go with Renaissance type objects (that's actually the types that first occured to me, since most of the art/still-life stuff I've seen in my art classes have been that style. Or.. hmmm...... Since it's halloween, you could go with..... a glass/bottle of oil, a slab of raw meat/chopped off hand, and a tortured humanoid figure in the candlestick or something XD;;;;;;


And now, the plunnie! :D

Setting: University dorm in the middle of finals

*someone hunched over a book*

*clock ticking, pages rustling*

*door creaks open, revealing a tired looking young man with shaggy black hair(Drake)*

*Drake drops bookbag on the chair, stumbles through to the bedroom, where first person studying is*

*Drake stops, takes in the image of his intent, focused roommate on the top bunk bed - who has tentacles. wrapped around the bedposts*

Drake: 'Why... is Tom wearing a costume- no No, I don't want to know.' *walks over to Tom* Yo Tom, you have the psych textbook up there?

*Tom distractedly reaches over with a tentacle, grabs up the requested textbook and dips it over to Drake* Here.

Drake: *blinkblink* 'that... is not a costume.' *Drake lightly takes hold of book* You're going to explain this, right?

Tom: Hell no. I have a Calc III final in less than- *checks watch strapped to bundle of tentacles serving as an arm* -twelve horus. If you weren't taking notes in Psych, I am not going to review it for you.

Drake: ....not what I was talking about *tug-tugs on book*

Tom: *looks over*

*tableau holds for a beat*

Tom: Oh.... oh nooooooo *jerks tentacles in, drags blanket over himself*

Drake: Tom?

Tom: Bring me the salt.

Drake: *blink* what?

Tom: I'm gonna shrivel up and die now, thanks.

Drake: ........ I'm going to make coffee. *walks out in a daze, calls back* And you owe me an explanation!

Tom: *groan*

Drake: And for fuck's sake don't go to the final like that!

Tom: *groooaaaaan*

*five minutes later, Drake wanders back, holding two cups of coffee*

*Tom is asleep when Drake pulls back the blankets, passed out and drooling slightly on book. He still has tentacles*

*Drake sets Tom's alarm for hour hours hence* And you ~still~ owe me that explanation. *turns off main room light, leaving only the bedside lamp on, leaves to study in kitchenette*