You're a monster ;; open + sticky situation

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  • [justify]Ah, they had made a mistake, they had definitely made a mistake. It wasn't even until after they had opened the bottle did they realize this might not have been a good idea, but then again, he didn't always have the best of ideas. And this, this was one of his not so good ideas. He knew he would probably end up blaming someone eventually for his little mistake here, but for now, the feline would only try to be as still as possible, uncomfortable about himself due to the fact he had spilled said bottle and was now doused in thick, sweet maple syrup, and oh boy this stuff was sticky.[/justify]

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    Çelina giggled as she approached Matt, unaware she was probably embarrassing him even more. "What happened?" she asked, taking a deep breath. "Do you need help?" She bent down to take a lick of the syrup. She had never had a sweet tooth, but it wasn't bad.
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]The sickly sweet smell of maple syrup was what ushered Margaery forward and as she pieced together the scene, she would have to resist the urge to giggle. "Maple," she began, making a pun on the word 'maybe', [color=#eecccc]"You should find a stream to wash off in?" Her suggestion was made only for the sake of a joke, plays on words being her favorite. Inhaling a deep breath, she would take a seat and grin, [color=#eecccc]"You're in a pretty sticky situation, friend." As if that wasn't obvious enough, oh well. She had done the same thing when Dangerzone had gotten wrapped up in all those bandages.


  • [justify]The male would turn to Celina first, as she had been the first to arrive. Help would be great the combatant would nod, before turning towards Marg. As you can see, I'm not really in the condition of moving currently, so unless you have an idea, such as picking me up and bringing me there, you're out of luck with your idea Mattie would mew flatly, mostly just because he was annoyed with both his situation, and the fact the other was making a bunch of stupid puns out of it.[/justify]

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]"Oh no, I have no desire to get myself all sticky, that's out of the question. I could find a river and a bucket though? I'm sure pouring it all over you will do the trick," Margaery suggested nonchalantly, her shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. She would of made another pun but refrained, sensing what she presumed to be light irritation coming from the other. [color=#eecccc]"Or I could just conjure up a few wet sponges and you can clean yourself that way. Your pick, I suppose, but I'm certainly not licking that off of you." She physically couldn't- her body would reject it and she'd fall terribly ill again. There was no way that she was sacrificing her health for a little maple syrup and some convenience.


  • Padding over, Storm tilted his head before shaking his head. "How did you even do that?" he asked, not really understanding how the syrup had ended up over his whole body. A paw, yeah, but his whole body? "I'll help..." the pup barked as he took a few steps forward. But how? Maybe he could try and get under the feline's body so he could carry him? He doubted that'd work, though... "Those sponges sound good?"

  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]"Something smells.. very sweet.." Tama would murmur, captivated by the aroma. She stumbled across the group, ashen oculars widening slightly, as she took to the realisation that Matthew had.. doused himself.. in maple syrup? The servaline certainly tended to take a liking to sweet things, but she highly doubted that the other would enjoy being licked clean. "Ah.. Is everything in the bottle gone?" The servaline would inquire, a small and delicate frown traversing her features. Though, she paused for a moment, shaking her head and offering a light smile. "Oh, but don't worry Matthew! There'll be a way to get you out of this! Tama can help with sponges, and Tama also has elementals, too, if you need an on-the-spot shower, or something!"