“….Have you seen my nephew?” Oswald shuffled his feet before the oddly familiar stranger. “He’s about this high. Long brown hair, huge appetite—-is probably wearing a dress.”
He blinked with confusion. “I’m afraid I haven’t…does your nephew run away often…?” He wanted to help if he could, but seeing as he’d never met the nephew in question…or at least, he didn’t think he had, then he wasn’t sure what to do.
He shook his head. “I’m afraid he’s not been out of the manor much. I lost track of him when I was trying to find his sister and I’ve lost him now.”
Alfred laughed, “Not really, but we’ll just have to see.” He started pushing buttons frantically.
“…That’s probably not a good idea then.” Oh god, she didn’t want something to explode.
“Aw relax, man. This is how all the cool stuff was invented! Like TV and toast.” It wasn’t looking good, but at the very least the counter had stopped ringing.
“….Have you seen my nephew?” Oswald shuffled his feet before the oddly familiar stranger. “He’s about this high. Long brown hair, huge appetite—is probably wearing a dress.”
Due to a rise in me having to work waay too much. I made a multimuse. You can now rp with all my muses here. Guest muses still have their own blogs but they can be poked here too. woop.
