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indeedsir_backupI'm studying chinese for all I'm worth tonight.
I took a ten-twenty minute break however and doodled some random jooster action! Whee~
I wish I had a story behind this >:I!
Oh and when I get the time to, I'd love to make a short Visual Novel (knietic or interactive) with these two. It would be awesome.
But now back to the chinese textbook ;_;... Zaijian!
I took a ten-twenty minute break however and doodled some random jooster action! Whee~
I wish I had a story behind this >:I!
Oh and when I get the time to, I'd love to make a short Visual Novel (knietic or interactive) with these two. It would be awesome.
But now back to the chinese textbook ;_;... Zaijian!
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Date: 2013-01-09 02:25 pm (UTC)one of the CUTEST pics ever...
Bertram Wilberforce Wooster ankled back to the old homestead full of vim and vigor, not to mention novel ideas. “Jeeves?” Hat flew to hatrack, whangee to umbrella stand.
Soundless, he shimmered into being beside me. “Yes, sir?” In days past, the young master would have started at this apparition, but I was used to it.
“The young master has just come from the Drones, Jeeves.”
The coat was removed from the willowy frame and hung up. “Somewhat before your usual time, sir.” He adjusted a few minor details of the Wooster wardrobe, frowned at my pink socks, and stood, as if waiting for some excuse to send his giant brain into operation.
“The fellows, you know, the eggs and beans and crumpets as it were, were speaking of a thingummy which dare not speak its whatsit.” Bertram had believed such things to be among those to be put aside as childish, as the Scripture says, but it is always best to consult with Jeeves on matters that remain darkly through a glass. It seemed almost as though this new intelligence might explain some of the floundering in the Wooster love life and disinclination for baby talk around fiancees.
Jeeves seemed to shift his weight uneasily. “Not all men put such things away, sir.”
The old onion reeled. “Not all?”
“No, sir.” The fellow seemed somewhat pinker than usual. “Surely, sir you are aware of the…”
“But, it’s not, er, that is, ah, it’s all for show. A kind of joke, Jeeves.”
“Indeed, sir.” This was said in a soupy tone to end all soupy tones.
“But, I say, Jeeves, this is not possible. How could two fellows feel the pash that…” And then the Jeevesian lips were upon the Wooster mouth and the young master would have spluttered had the labial region not been otherwise engaged. As it was, I had to settle for goggling like an oaf.
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