Maison de Harriet :'D the "ohohohoho" Edition.

Maison de Harriet​

It was a normal morning at Maison de Harriet. The house was quiet, with nearly everyone sleeping. The only people awake were a very sleepy Rayku, one hand against his forehead and one holding a bottle of beer, slouching on the kitchen table, and Janime, staring at Rayku and stuffing bread into the toaster.

“S-Stop staring..at me…†Rayku slurred drunkenly. He bashed his bottle against the wooden surface, head rolling to the side. Janime shrugged and gazed into space.

“God….. Xaale is so hot….†He muttered.

“Hehe… s-someone has a little crush..†Rayku giggled. The toaster popped and he jumped into the air, beer splashing out into Janime’s face. Janime flailed his arms, alcohol dripping from his red hair.

“Dude, watch what you’re doing!â€

At that same moment Xaale walked in, Haseo right behind her. Anyone half awake would have realised the latter was staring at her ass, but alas, everyone was only just awake. Janime hurriedly went on to butter his toast, Rayku slumping off the table and up the stairs.

“What you having, Xaale?†said Haseo, motioning to the cereals.

Xaale’s eye twitched. “I’ve been craving cheerios since last night….†She immediately grabbed a bowl and tucked in; almost forgetting the milk until Haseo passed it along.

“Omnomnomnomnomnom….†Janime’s head turned slightly; he loved watching Xaale eat.

Suddenly the kitchen door burst open and What? charged in, his arms swaying above his head.

“Good news everyone! I’ve invented a new machine that can produce hydrogen bombs on a molecular scale! Perfect for getting rid of unwanted warts!â€

Silence greeted his announcement, then Xaale giggled. “Who has warts then?â€

More silence, then Rissy walked in, pulling on a night gown. She yawned and waved sleepily to the group, then turned to her favourite Canadian.

“Good morning there, honey.â€

What? blushed and tried and failed to look her in the eyes. “H-Hi…†He stuttered, suddenly more interested in making pancakes; although his hormones would have said otherwise. Haseo snorted, almost sniffing up some of the milk in Xaale’s cereal bowl. There was nervous laughter.

Rissy took a seat at the table, and began to swing her legs absentmindedly, humming to herself. What she didn’t expect was a loud grunt from under the table, and a sleepy figure to crawl out.

“Fayt!? Whoa dude, under the table? Why?â€

Fayt looked alarmed, he murmured something about being drunk with Rayku and the lights being too bright. Rissy sighed and led him out, up the stairs and into the nearest bed. Said bed happened to be next to the room Dalk and Fearless were in; Rissy could have sworn she could hear giggles through the walls.

“Rissy! Rissy go bed-bed too?†Fayt laughed, spinning his arms in the air from the bed. He was definatly drunk, that much was sure. Rissy sighed and tucked him in, pulling the mudkip blankets up to his chin. She crept out of the room; but not before hearing Fayt mutter “Scruffyscone…I’m a scruffyscone…†in his sleep.

Meanwhile, across the other side of the house, Candy had just woken up. She stood looking in the bathroom mirror, rubbing her sleepy eyes and trying to see straight. Her hair was a mess as usual; she was sorely tempted to laugh at how shocking she looked. Closing her eyes for a second, she did not expect two hands to rest on either side of her waist from behind- nor did she expect a low voice to laugh quietly in her ear.

“Good morning to you too,†she grinned, and turned to face the good ol’ Dr. John.

Downstairs Xaale had just finished her cheerios, Haseo and Janime both watching her with open mouths. Janime had forgotten about his toast; it was limp and cold in his hand, the butter soggy. The clock ticked. Everything was freakishly still.

“Urm… guys?†Xaale said, looking at the two.

A loud yell of “FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU†broke the silence from upstairs. Te three perked their ears to hear Dalk panicking from upstairs.

“Fearless! NOOO! Its not meant to go there, I’ve got it stuck now!â€

Lolwhut?

 

I love this :'D

Omfg win win win win.

 

... It's so accurate it's scary. I demand you write more.

 

wat .

 

I lol'd.

._.

 

I love this.

This explains the whole Convos we have from time to time.

Epic win.

 

I take offense to this.

*giggles and runs away quite immaturely*

 

So this story is Gentlemen and Corn?

I understand perfectly now.

 

It's like a brutal murder scene.

Part of me wants to know, part of me really doesn't.

 

Oh yes, this is full of win

so accurate of me and Fayt being drunk out of our minds xD

 

So it happens often.

 

Urmmmm Ill consider it. Sequals are usually crap though :'D

I was proud of this. B|

Somehow I pictured you as two old men, which was weird xD

 

Supposdly...yes : D

Lol, YOUNG WHIPPERSNAPPERS!

 

That phrase made me make this avatar I have.

:D

._.

 

Win, this is.

Heheh, this is my favorite part. :'D​

 

That is win.

It's the sound I make when I eat cheerios.

 

*Gets in all wet* Can I stay here for this night? It's raining too much to sleep under the trees. >_>

 

xDD Glad you approve.

Of course it is, I spied on you for months just to found out what noise you make.


Urm... B|

 

O_O
Do I even wanna know?​