<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=177447.msg8514343#msg8514343">Quote from: ElvenKitten on 05-07-2013, 09:03:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She got a cup of the thick brownish sludge that passed for coffee and attempted to mask the taste with about four packets of sugar.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/SimonStich.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Simon Tuttle (Stitch)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Chiding a fellow coffee drinker<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alice/Open<br/><br/>"Watch that head of yours chicky, it's going to disappear off into wherever you let it drift like that if you're not careful." Eyeballing the girl-<em>'what the hell is her name again? Mrf, eh, Alice? Yeah'</em>- with the older coffee, Simon's eyes slitted further. Giving a sniff, he shook his head and took a more confident sip from his own cup. It was significantly less sludge-like due to it's freshness, although still no gourmet brew, he knew what he was drinking was leagues away from the tar in her cup. With another scratch to his spiky hair, the patented Simon Shuffle began once more as he made his way around the outskirts of the common area and back toward the men's hall.