Second Floor Hallway

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory, in the midst of trying to put up shelves by holding one arm with the other, got a desperately woe-inducing phone call.

She wandered out into the hallway. "Um. Anyone want to go to a fish funeral?" she called, reattaching her arm.

[ooc: Seriously, there will be a memorial for RT. Feel free to tag along, omg.]

ETA: And fishie doom continues HERE.

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Vladdie flew, because ZOMGSTICK.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

/Fly?/ Pup chased after Vladdie, yapping at him. Daddy could fly. New dog/not dog friend could fly. Why couldn't Pup? No fair.

His yaps might sound rather outraged at the unfairness of the universe.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

/Fly!/ Vladdie answered gleefully. /Why you no fly fly fly?/

He genuinely did not understand why none of his friends could fly like him. It seemed very unfair.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

/Can't fly!/ Pup chased after Vladdie and tumbled forward when his hind legs moved a bit too fast for his forelegs. /Daddy flies! Can't fly./

He looked mournful for half a tick and then took a leap at the pen. /Pike! Stick!/

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Sadly, Rory ruined their fun by grabbing Vladdie out of the air.

"Come on, Vladdiekins. Time to mourn the fishie." She smiled and Walter and Pup. "