Room 032 [Action for Mahogany]

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[It's not terribly hard to spot that Townshend boy as he weaves in and out around the buildings of chilly Mohagany Town because of the trail of smoke following him.]

[Cigarette in his lips and camera at his eye, he's all about taking pictures of everyone and everything today. He's got a brand new roll of film and by Arceus he's going to use it!]

[ON YOU.]</sub>

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[foolishwren]

Can't you not friggin' take pictures of me when I'm sleeping?

<sub>[COME ON HENRY LEARN TO POLITE]

[She remains in the exact same position.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry pouts at the girl before lifting the camera to his face again and snapping another photo.]

[Loudly.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[--OH YOU'RE GONNA GET IT]

[She surges upright like a shark leaping out of the water.]</sub>

Gimme that camera!

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry had been expecting her to continue laying there. Then he was planning on stacking things on top of her for as long as he could so he could submit it to Stuffonmysister.com]

[That didn't happen.]

[Henry lets out a yodel of surprise, almost dropping his camera, and wheels around for the bathroom door.]</sub>

Ah!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[You were wrong, Henry.]

[Heather isn't a cat, even if she sort of looks like one when she passes out in the sun.]


[She lunges at him, attempting to throw her arms around his waist and prevent his escape.]</sub>

RAAAUGH!

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry goes down, landing hard on his stomach and letting out a WHOOF sort of sound. The air isn't quite knocked out of him but he's stunned. The man's fingers are entwined around the camera as if it was his only life source.]}

Heather, get off!

[foolishwren]

NOPE.

Lie there more artsy-y, Henry!

_{[And in case he's stubborn about it, she's going to dig her chin into the small of his back and BACK-NOOGIE HIM WITH IT.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[THE DEATH CHIN. Henry squirms and tries to twist around and blind her with his camera.]

[Henry used Flash!]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It's not very effective...]

[She noogies HARDER.]</sub>

Give up!

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Well, this wasn't going how he'd planned. Henry lets out a loud, strangled yodeling sound in hopes of attracting the attention of any nearby writers that were also Heather's dad.]

[Henry used SCREECH!]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[At the unholy sound produced from the depths of the photographer's soul, Arty, who had been curled up in the same patch of sunshine as her trainer, rises to her feet and shoots a filthy look at the both of them before waddling away.]

[Heather, on the other hand, seems unaffected.]</sub>

It's no use, Shaggy, Dad's out and I'm desensitized!!

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[There was only one thing left to do! After a fruitless attempt to drag himself across the floor, his arms fall limp and he buries his face in the floor. Playing dead.]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Well, on one hand, he's sort of got the right idea. Stop reacting and eventually Heather's gonna get bored and give up. ... But on the other hand, he may have vastly underestimated the amount of time it will take for that to happen.]

[Heather does sit up, staring at the back of his head and trying to gauge if his sudden silence and stillness actually means something serious or if he's just trying to weasel his way out of the confrontation.]</sub>


... What's that, Henry?

You wanted me to sleep artsily?

Okay.

_{[Hope you don't mind her flopping down across your back and making herself comfortable, Henry.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[No response. Henry's trying really hard to breathe as slowly and a silently as possible but it's kind of hard because of all the shed pokemon fur in the carpet.]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[You can just do that all you want, Henry.]

[She will remain lying on top of you.]

[And occasionally digging her needle-elbows in pointedly as she readjusts position.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry waits. And waits. He isn't sure how much more his spine can take. She's not buying it. She isn't believing that he's dead. Also his lungs are full of Arty fur.]

[Suddenly, a sound escapes him. It's a high, whistling sound, not unlike the sound of air leaving a balloon that was being slowly depressed.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

... Henry.

Are you a person or are you a teakettle?

_{[She does him the courtesy of sitting up.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[When Henry finally runs out of air, he draws in a deep, loud gasp, tucks his arms under his body, and raises his back-end up in order to buck her off.]}

ARRRRRRH!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Well, he's got the element of surprise on his side there, because usually he doesn't fight back. :I]

[Heather thrashes as she tumbles off.]</sub>

Oof! HEY!

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry clambers away on his toes and hands with his ass in the air like a feral child. And just keeps gallumphing away until he finds the bathroom.]

[From inside it, he makes a loud, incredibly stupid noise of triumph before shutting the door. It's pretty easy to hear him snickering to himself because he is pretty damn proud.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[His escape is narrow... but complete.]

[Heather pounds on the door.]</sub>

You can't stay in there forever, y'little shit!

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry sits on the floor and leans his back against the door. He reaches over and toes open one of the cabinet drawers and tugs out a cleverly hidden package of leftover Snover cookies from Christmas.]}

Uhuh.

_{[He pulls one out and starts loudly munching on it to prove his point.]}

[foolishwren]

Dad's gonna need to use the bathroom when he gets back.

You'll have to leave.

_{[Nobody wants to see naked Masons in the shower. Nobody.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

He can go to the room next door! This is my room now.

_{[This all said around a mouthful of cookie.]}

[foolishwren]

... Haha, you want to live next to the toilet, Henry? GROSS.