Post by Waffle on Sept 5, 2014 22:15:16 GMT
((Sept 7th. Open to myself and Fluttershy. Takes place during the evening. Listen to Queen - who me? Guaranteed to blow your mind...anytime))
When Waffle is bored, he is rarely unable to find a way to entertain himself. As bouts of boredom tended to occur a lot, Waffle found he needed to entertain himself very frequently. It was sort of a drag not having the rest of the clan to pal around with - even if they weren't already appreciative of his company. Half of the students seemed intimidated by him for some reason. Hyenas weren't just mindless eating machines; well, not any more than other predatory mammals. Or maybe they were put off by his special smell - well dang guys, you smell funny too. Golly gee, Batman; there sure isn't a lot to do around here when you aren't slacking off in class, is there? Maybe...if your name wasn't Waffle.
The male hyena happened to "find" a boombox. Waffle liked free stuff when it was laying around; the best kind of discount is the five-fingered kind. Although at present he didn't figure out how to work it. Waffle succeeded in turning on the power, but had not yet discovered the "play" button. Things were difficult when you lacked fingers. Speaking of difficult, the wild animal was sick of having cloths on. At this point, he learned how to dress with only a small amount of frustration. Disrobing, however, seemed to be his specialty. Pants; who needs 'em? Waffle reached his head under him and began to pick the buttons with his teeth until they came undone. Shaking himself, he managed to get his shirt almost totally off, with only one paw still stuck in the sleeve. By then in his struggle with clothing, his pale blue tie had somehow moved all the way up his neck and was around his forehead like a bandanna.
"Woo!" Waffle whooped, twirling his shirt around on the end of his leg.
When Waffle is bored, he is rarely unable to find a way to entertain himself. As bouts of boredom tended to occur a lot, Waffle found he needed to entertain himself very frequently. It was sort of a drag not having the rest of the clan to pal around with - even if they weren't already appreciative of his company. Half of the students seemed intimidated by him for some reason. Hyenas weren't just mindless eating machines; well, not any more than other predatory mammals. Or maybe they were put off by his special smell - well dang guys, you smell funny too. Golly gee, Batman; there sure isn't a lot to do around here when you aren't slacking off in class, is there? Maybe...if your name wasn't Waffle.
The male hyena happened to "find" a boombox. Waffle liked free stuff when it was laying around; the best kind of discount is the five-fingered kind. Although at present he didn't figure out how to work it. Waffle succeeded in turning on the power, but had not yet discovered the "play" button. Things were difficult when you lacked fingers. Speaking of difficult, the wild animal was sick of having cloths on. At this point, he learned how to dress with only a small amount of frustration. Disrobing, however, seemed to be his specialty. Pants; who needs 'em? Waffle reached his head under him and began to pick the buttons with his teeth until they came undone. Shaking himself, he managed to get his shirt almost totally off, with only one paw still stuck in the sleeve. By then in his struggle with clothing, his pale blue tie had somehow moved all the way up his neck and was around his forehead like a bandanna.
"Woo!" Waffle whooped, twirling his shirt around on the end of his leg.