[Brent] What Am I Doing?

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything Bree honestly didn't know what had possessed her to get him. It was so silly. But she'd seen him whilst walking though town, and she promptly died from all his cuteness. How could she not get him? It just wouldn't be right! She had to! He was just too sweet to ignore. Oh, god, how jealous would Brent be when he saw him? Sure, he had Charley, but this little guy...he was so damn small and fluffy and cuuute. The only thing was...Bree knew absolutely nothing about keeping a pet. She should really have thought that through before she bought him, but...the cute drowned out all of her mature, sound thoughts and replaced them with a huge girlish mess. It wasn't fair, surely he wasn't allowed to do that? It totally wrecked her mind. She strangely wasn't surprised when she found herself walking straight to Brent's house. Not only would she be able to show off the fluffy ball of personified cute; she was able to ask him about owning a pet. Sure, a puppy was slightly different that the little grey hamster in the box that Bree was carrying, but they were both pets, right? Maybe the way they were cared for was similar? She knocked on the door, and when it opened, gave Brent a smile. Slightly bemused, a little bit "What am I doing here?". "Breeent." she said with a slight whine-giggle, gesturing with the box in her hands. "I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing." OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: BRENTIE BOO NOTES: HAMSTERRRR WORD COUNT: 262

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] It's not a miracle we needed, no, I wouldn't let you think so   Playing hide-and-seek with your puppy was totally normal right? Well, Brent didn't care either way because it was totally hilarious watching his dog look for him. Today, he was with a bag of dog treats, sat in his cupboard. Whilst waiting to (hopefully) be discovered, Brent took one of the bone-shaped biscuit things out of the packet and gave it a tentative sniff. Hey, it kind of smelled funny but... maybe it didn't taste so bad? Everyone had tried their pet's food at least one in their lifetime anyway. So, Brent put the biscuit thing in his mouth and bit into it. God, there was some gravy-type stuff in it too. The surprising thing was that it didn't actually taste too bad even if it was kind of weird. He ended up eating another one... and another... and then another. But, then, Brent heard someone knocking at his door which was closely followed by Charley barking excitedly. With a sigh, Brent kicked open the cupboard doors and made his way to the door but still kept hold of the treats so Charley wouldn't get to them. He picked out another treat and ate it, rolling his eyes at Charley's half-confused, half-longing whine before using his free hand to open the door. Ignoring the fact that he was casually stood in his doorway eating dog treats, Brent stared down at the box Bree was carrying and trapped Charley between his feet to stop the little guy from running off. "Get inside now. And show me what adorable little munchkin you have~" he giggled excitedly. [/style]   TAG: Bree-Bear! NOTES: *dead* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything Bree had begun to tap her foot impatiently, something she rarely did. Normally, she was patient and dignified, but the hamster in the box had totally killed about half of her brain cells, she swore to god. It was taking everything she had not to start jumping up and down in anticipation. Gah, this thing was too cute for Brent to not be home! There was no fricking way Brent was missing this. She very nearly squealed with excitement when the door swung open. She was Brent in a very Brent-ish T shirt (which, she had to admit, was amazingly cool.) What fazed her slightly, though, was the open packet of dog treats in his hand. And, yes, he appeared to be...eating them. Well, okay then. She'd seen worse, she supposed. This was to be expected though: it was Brent. She looked up from the packet, into the chocolate brown eyes of her friend, snickering slightly as she did so. "...You know what?" she chuckled, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. "I don't...I can't even...I don't think I'll even bother asking." And, OH MY GOD, there was the cutest dog Bree had ever seen between Brent's feet just then. She assumed that that was Charley, and Brent had been right. Whatever brain cells Bree had left...inexplicably vanished. "Omigod, Brent!" she squealed. He's...oh my god...he's adorable!" She smiled widely and excitedly when Brent ushered her inside, and hurried through the door, setting the box down on the first table she could find. "I may or may not have bought a hamster?" she said, lifting the small, grey ball of fluff out of the box and placing him on her shoulder. She turned to Brent, trying so hard not to flap her hands because of all the cute. "Looooook!" she said. He's so smaaaaall!" OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: BRENTIE BOO NOTES: OH MY GOSH SHE'S SUCH A GIRL WORD COUNT: 318

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] It's not a miracle we needed, no, I wouldn't let you think so   It took a few long moments before Brent realised that Bree was probably commenting on the fact that he was eating dog treats still. He was considering offering her one but, in the end, decided to keep the rest for himself and Charley. Besides, he didn't really think Bree would accept his offer. People didn't usually eat dog treats. Ah, well, friends of Brent's couldn't really find this too strange then. "Uh huh, yeah, that's... that's a pretty good plan." he chuckled. Brent had to stop himself from eating more of the treats or there wouldn't be any left for Charley. The sprite had actually forgotten that Bree hadn't seen his puppy yet so found her reaction to seeing the little fluffball extremely amusing. "I know he is!" Brent grinned, glancing down at Charley and dropping a treat into the Leonberger's mouth instead of eating it himself. After Bree had gone inside, Brent shut the door behind her and let Charley excitedly run down the hallway towards his friend, he soon hurried along too. Some insane half verbal-keysmash, half screamy-squeal thing escaped Brent's lips as he saw the cutest hamster in the whole fucking world on Bree' shoulder. It should so be illegal for a hamster to be that adorable. He flailed around a little, jumping up and down on the spot and probably making Charley wonder if he was okay. Well, Charley must've thought so because soon the puppy carried on bounding around happily again. "Breeeeeee! It's so... oh my God!" [/style]   TAG: Bree-Bear! NOTES: *dead* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything Oh, man, this was crazy. Bree knew that she was an absolute idiot for buying this thing, but...yeah. It'd jut happened. One of those things. Sometimes, she cursed the fact that she had the mental age of someone five years younger. But, eh, that didn't matter. Not when there was a hamster this cute in question. It was just...adorable. She had to. She was given no choice. She snickered at her friend, as he finally seemed to notice the packet of dog treats in his hand. Took him long enough. But, hey, it was Brent. She couldn't really expect anything less. Especially when he didn't seem at all fazed by the fact that he'd been caught eating something that he really shouldn't have been. That amused her more than it probably should have. She raced inside the house with a final, excited little squeal at all the cute that was currently destroying her brain. Charley, the hamster, it was all too much. Bree didn't know how much more she could take before she just ended up completely dead from it all. It was stupid, she knew that, but...ahhhhh! Cuuuute! At seeing Brent's slightly girly reaction, the water sprite mirrored his facial expression (and his squeal-scream-keysmashy-omigodit'sadorable noise thing) and let her hands do small, flapping movements. Not enough to frighten the hamster of knock him off her shoulder, but certainly enough to make him wonder what was wrong with her. "I knowwwwww!" she squeaked, lifting the ball of fluff from her shoulder and placing him in the palm of her hand. "That's kindofmaybenotreally why I'm here! I...I never had a pet? And don't know what I'm doing?" She rolled her eyes at herself, unable to stop giggling. God, she sounded like a madwoman. "So...yeah. Help." OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: BRENTIE BOO NOTES: HAMSTERRRR WORD COUNT: 315

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Brent was glad that he wasn't the only one just dying here from the cuteness of this one, little hamster. You couldn't exactly not die because of it... you just had to look at the little thing and your brain would turn into keysmashes and mushy 'awww'y cuteness. Or, well, that was what seemed to be happening at the moment with Brent and Bree. And they weren't exactly considered to be your average sort of people, they were far from it. They were strange, crazy sprites. So maybe there were some people that were immune to this level of cuteness. Clearly, Brent was more than happy to help Bree out in any way possible when this adorable creature was involved. He hadn't actually had a hamster since he was a whole lot younger, but Brent thought that he could still remember the basics when it came to caring for them. Once he'd partly calmed down, Brent reached out a finger and stroked the hamster's tiny head carefully. "It needs a name, first of all." he told her, "Oh oh oh, and I might have an old hamster cage somewhere that you can have." Yup, Brent did think there was possibly hamster-y stuff in that cardboard box on top of his cupboard. [/style]   TAG: Bree-Bear! NOTES: *dead* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp