Mansion.
You might have noticed that for the last few days, you've been missing one(1) brooding Gilbert from your halls. He's been brooding in secret, until early this morning. Your morning routine might have been interrupted by screaming and glass breaking, a one sided airing of grievances by a very frustrated and pissed off Gilbert towards the one known as the Will of the Mansion.
But the yelling is cut off as suddenly as it started, and the voice disappears. Where did it go, you ask? It's a mystery! A complete mystery!
...By the way, there's a brooding frog sitting up on the windowsill of one of the broken windows. Clearly one thing has nothing to do with the other, right?
Welp.
[ooc - The Will has turned Gilbert into a frog for a few days for breaking her stuff and just overall being a loudmouth pain in the butt. He'll be able to...well. Sort of speak. Do what you will.]
WHERE THERE IS BREAKING GLASS THERE ARE CRAFT SUPPLIES.
He waits a little while before he toddles over to the window -- just in case things will start flying out of it again -- and happily gathers up the biggest pieces of glass. Then he scoots inside to find that room and whatever other convenient bits of destruction he might be able to use in his latest projects. It takes him a while to notice the frog, but when he does, he tilts his head at it quizzically, peering.]
What the hell? [It is an animal! But...Break's eye narrows.] You are not a kitty-cat.
Well congrats, this frog is doing just that. Remind you of anyone in particular?]
So he just keeps thinking out loud to it. He does that with the animals around these days.]
I can't even imagine how you got in here. Did you crawl up somebody's sewer pipe? [He tilts his head a different way, so as to peer at the frog from a different angle.] I could keep you for the little Liam, I guess. Goodness knows that boy could use a pet. ...hell, so could the adult version.
He'll just be trying to jump down now, okay.]
[BROKEN GLASS AGH. DO NOT WANT TRAUMATIZING FROG MESS. Break lurches forward and manages to catch the stupid thing -- only to remember, very abruptly, that frogs are slimy, which is why he generally has nothing to do with frogs.
So with a little "Gah!" he chucks the frog to safety and takes a time-out to do a disgusted little spinny dance. Once he's recovered, he takes off his armwarmers, wiping off his fingers and wadding them into a ball. The tattoos and ring are now exposed, but at least now he's less likely to...get more slime everywhere.]
Ohhhhh Gaaaaaawd. Where'd you go, you little bugger?
[These armwarmers will never be the same. >.| ]
Break
YOU DID NOT JUST THROW ME ACROSS THE ROOM.
WHEN I'M A HUMAN AGAIN I'M PUNCHING YOU IN THE FACE.
etc.
Well, he's not really so comfortable enough with his little froggy body to be able to judge how he lands, so he'll just end up landing in a painful little heap, rolling over onto his stomach as he attempts to kick and hop a bit away from Break. Looking...pretty dazed and confused, tbh.
Disgusting or not, can you stand the thought of hurting the little frog?
CAN YOU?
>:]
[Break hops over to the frog, much more successful in his hopping, and hits his knees so he can bend over and...put his head on the floor, upside down, so he can keep peering at it. He's trying to work out how to pick the damn thing up and make off with it without getting slimed again.
Now and again, as the frog moves about, Break scoots over too, keeping it in sight. He looks ridiculous, so there is that for mollification. Except that Breaks never really seem to care when they look ridiculous, so your mileage may vary.
...so which is worse, a curious Break or a curious puppy?]
A puppy will find something else to entertain itself easier. AND DEFINITELY ISN'T THIS CRUEL. He's limping a bit as he hops over closer to Break, croaking out a weak:]
Break! Stop!
Then he stares for a while, blinking stupidly.
Then he plops down onto his stomach, knees bent and feet waving about, and rests his chin on his hands. Apparently now he is going to have a conversation with a magical slimy amphibian.]
A talking frog, is it.
Is what he tries to say.
What comes out is:]
No!
Not a talking frog. Okay then. Are you a talking toad? I wouldn't know; I'm not the one who spent the 90's watching PBS instead of proper brain-rotting cartoons.
[This Break's Liam was hopeless for so many years. >.| ]
[He croaks uselessly for a few seconds, actually pacing (pacing!) before he finally manages to get out:]
Gilbert!
Yes, I'm Break. What's the matter, Mister Toad, did little Gilly fall in the well --
[Wait.]
Gilbert? [He scoots forward a bit to squint at the frog, only a couple inches away.] Gilbert?
If not, you're seeing it right now. With a sad little froggy nod.]
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