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[h3][color=f7941d]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3]

“Konnichiwa”

Ahh. What? Ko-knee-chi-what now? Wait, Graham, you’ve got this. You threw Spanish, he threw...Japanese? That was Japanese, right? Fuck it, that’s Japanese now. You threw Spanish and he threw Japanese. Just saying hey. Getcha head in the game, fool.

[color=00aeef]“Yo, Graham, go run off after shouting like an idiot?”[/color]

Welp, Alexis noticed his little snafu. BUT...she hadn’t mentioned the giant, so maybe Operation Don’t Embarrass the Guinness Representative wasn’t a complete failure. Just, y’know, partially a failure.

Ugggggggh…

[color=f49ac2]“Heya, Graham! “Where’ve you been? We’ve been waiting for you! Man, I’m hungry. I could totally go for some food right now… but I bet their cooking won’t be as great as my mom’s. Which kind of sucks, actually! If I’d known I’d be whisked off to some top-secret superhero school, I’d have eaten more at dinner last night! Wait, was it last night?”[/color]


And Kitty was oblivious? SWEEET! He had gotten off Scott-free. Cast off the shackles of shame, ye firescalp, for ye are free of mine curse. All that was left was some smooth…

...Graham’s stomach knotted. Bad, Graham. Leaving out stupid information to people you’ve just met? That’s a terrible way to make some friends. There is no small crime/big crime. If you’re gonna do something, own up to it. THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE!!!

The boy sighed.

And puffed.

And explored every avenue of escaping his guilt.

But it was all for naught. The time had come at last.

[color=fdc68a]“Ehh...I was shouting like an idiot because I am an idiot. I saw a giant and freaked out. Then I tried to, uh...undo my mistake? I don’t know. I probably just made it worse. I feel pretty bad for that girl, though. I need to apologize, or somethin’.”[/color]

He finished with another sigh, then shook his head. He felt some relief...but these weren’t the ones that would free him of the weight of shame. False alarm, Graham, get back in those shackles.

His stomach slapped him from within.

He hadn’t thought about it until Kitty mentioned it but…

[color=fdc68a]“For the love of Zeus...what’s a guy gotta do to get a Big Mac around here?”[/color]

A weird thought, really. He’d never had a Big Mac, but for whatever reason, he felt more hungry than he could ever remember being. If Mt. Saintbeef were to appear before him, the petite boy would accept the challenge and attempt to consume triple his weight in food.

Probably not the healthiest choice, admittedly, but the American Heart Association could shove it for all he cared.

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