Daily Writing Prompt Thread Thingy It'll Be Fun

[notabitail]

I went back to find a prompt too.
I choose this one cuz I think it’s funny and will always be funny

Clouds had better appreciate the happiness

Spoiler

“By the stars, Altair, just say it!”
Altair was wheezing and nearly fell backwards off of his seat.
Arne sighed heavily and made a dramatic show of propping his elbows on the table and resting his face in his hands. It was mostly to hide the smile.
“Last time you said—“ Altair wiped his eyes with this palm of his hand “—that I sounded like a hatchling who’d been dropped off a cliff and run over.”
“Twice. Run over twice.” Arne picked his head up and pulled the parchment away from Altair and in front of himself. “And this is your fault.”
He scribbled a line in basic Casothien and jabbed his finger at a larger circle with a smaller one inside. “What does that say.”
Altair leaned closer. “I don’t know.”
“Come on at least tell me what it is.”
“THAT,” Altair pointed to the same symbol. “Is the first letter of my name.”
Arne shoved his brother off the stool and onto the floor with a loud thump.
“That is a—“ he pressed the back of his tongue to his soft palate and sucked in some air. It made a sharp click. “—you should know at least that.“
“You have bad handwriting.” Altair was still lying on the floor atop a pile of his own wings.
“Like you can to better.” Arne threw the paper at Altairs face.
Altair caught it and held it up. “I can. Look.”
His name was copied in Casothien symbols across the back no less than fifty times.
“That’s not…that’s not helpful. At all.”
“Well I think it’s beautiful. I’m keeping it.” Altair folded it and stuffed it into his pocket.
“Sure. You do that.” Arne stood up and offered a hand to his brother.
The offer was accepted and he pulled Altair to his feet.
“I’m going outside to work my frustration out on Greg.” He snatched a pair of small wooden melee weapons off a shelf.
“Nooo, not Greg.”
“You should have thought about Greg’s safety before deciding to be such a difficult student.” Arne slipped out the door.
Altair stood alone. He sighed. He could repaint Greg’s annoyingly happy smile any day, but getting amusement out of Arne wasn’t as easy a task.
Sorry Greg. I’d do it again.

Poor Greg.

 

[notabitail]

I saved my tips and egg money for half the year to buy it
It was a lot of money for broke me too

Take good care of it. Most electronics die due to misuse.

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

I went back to find a prompt too.
I choose this one cuz I think it’s funny and will always be funny

Clouds had better appreciate the happiness

Spoiler

“By the stars, Altair, just say it!”
Altair was wheezing and nearly fell backwards off of his seat.
Arne sighed heavily and made a dramatic show of propping his elbows on the table and resting his face in his hands. It was mostly to hide the smile.
“Last time you said—“ Altair wiped his eyes with this palm of his hand “—that I sounded like a hatchling who’d been dropped off a cliff and run over.”
“Twice. Run over twice.” Arne picked his head up and pulled the parchment away from Altair and in front of himself. “And this is your fault.”
He scribbled a line in basic Casothien and jabbed his finger at a larger circle with a smaller one inside. “What does that say.”
Altair leaned closer. “I don’t know.”
“Come on at least tell me what it is.”
“THAT,” Altair pointed to the same symbol. “Is the first letter of my name.”
Arne shoved his brother off the stool and onto the floor with a loud thump.
“That is a—“ he pressed the back of his tongue to his soft palate and sucked in some air. It made a sharp click. “—you should know at least that.“
“You have bad handwriting.” Altair was still lying on the floor atop a pile of his own wings.
“Like you can to better.” Arne threw the paper at Altairs face.
Altair caught it and held it up. “I can. Look.”
His name was copied in Casothien symbols across the back no less than fifty times.
“That’s not…that’s not helpful. At all.”
“Well I think it’s beautiful. I’m keeping it.” Altair folded it and stuffed it into his pocket.
“Sure. You do that.” Arne stood up and offered a hand to his brother.
The offer was accepted and he pulled Altair to his feet.
“I’m going outside to work my frustration out on Greg.” He snatched a pair of small wooden melee weapons off a shelf.
“Nooo, not Greg.”
“You should have thought about Greg’s safety before deciding to be such a difficult student.” Arne slipped out the door.
Altair stood alone. He sighed. He could repaint Greg’s annoyingly happy smile any day, but getting amusement out of Arne wasn’t as easy a task.
Sorry Greg. I’d do it again.

Oh my word, I love them. Can I keep 'em? PLEASE

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Oh my word, I love them. Can I keep 'em? PLEASE

You and @Lacy Duckwing can have joint custody when I die

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

You and @Lacy Duckwing can have joint custody when I die

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

So it just occurred to me that I squealed at the idea of you dying and I would like to apologize for half asleep Clouds from earlier