( what if I don’t want to say huh )

( Perhaps. )

GOOD MORN1NG!! >:O

You stare up at the counter top with your hands on your hips.  It’s a lot higher than you thought it was.  You jump and grab, your little fingers barely missing the edge. 

Darn.

With a huff you slink down to the floor, arms folding across your chest.  You grumble under your breath, pursing your lips.  All you want was a sandwich.  You really want a sandwich.  Well, you can’t reach the counter like you’d hoped, so you’ll have to find another way up there.  

Of course, only one other way comes to mind.  Climb something.  A chair will work.  You waddle over to the nearest chair, dragging it to stand next to the counter.  You slowly climb up onto the seat, peering down at the floor.  With a shrug you turn and pull yourself up on the the counter.  You lay on your stomach for a minute and sigh, peeking over the edge.  Yeah, it would hurt to fall from up here. 

You giggle and stand up, not all too worried about falling.  You start opening cupboards, trying to find the peanut butter.  It will be in one of these, you know that.  You open the last cupboard—ah, there it is!  Holding it tightly to your chest, you look around.

Now if only you knew where the jam was.

( headcanon, little terezi is super. super. short. )

littleglubbingheiress:

Please be careful okay!

1 W1LL B3 >:]

arseniccatn33p:

:33 < … n-nothing

:33 < *ac smiles weakly, obviously trying to hide something*

==> Pout.

YOU S41D SOM3TH1NG

arseniccatn33p:

:33 < h333h33

:33 < ive b33n purrtty good

:33 < *ac whispurrs under his breath something about older counterparts*

==> Put your hands on your hips and furrow your brow.

WH4T D1D YOU S4Y

littleglubbingheiress:

Are you big enoug)( to climb in a c)(air by yours)(ell?
We can do t)(at to get to t)(e counter!

1 TH1NK SO
H3H3H 1 C4N TRY