The Fannings House

Kelsi Cruise º,º wrote:[[Actually, I read somewhere that it started in about a year or something, due to all the problems and such.]]

[Oh?]

[he doesn't know that, then]

Wallace looked up at Clyde, grinning playfully. "Oh, what's gross, this?" He held out his hand.

"I will not mistake a carrot for a knife this time if you touch be with that hand!"

He took a step towards him. "Is that so?"

Clyde's face turned bright red. "W-wallace! I'm serious!"

"You're so cute when you're scared!" His smile grew larger, resembling that of the Cheshire cat.

"W-w-wallce! Please! Get away!" Clyde started to stumble backwards, or sideways, whatever way away from Wallace.

Wallace threw the blob of masticated carrot at Clyde, or at least where he had been standing seconds before.

Clyde made some sort of whimper, and began to flee to his room.

"It's not that gross!" he called.

Clyde sat on his bed, shivering. He stared out through the window, looking honestly freaked out.

Eventually, Wallace joined him, leaning on his doorframe. "Seriously, man..."

Clyde didn't turn to talk, he just kept staring at the window.

He walked over and gripped Clyde's shoulder. "What's up?"

Clyde swatted his hand off his shoulder. "I have a mini phobia."

"Oh?" He switched hands. This time it was the one that had the carrot drool whatever the hell on it.

Clyde swatted that hand away. Extremely hard. "With spit up food. The mouth is the most germy place in the human body."

"You're a germ-freak then?"

"Kinda I guess."

"Oh, well, you can't sink any lower. You're alright!"

"...Thanks?"

"You're welcome!" He smiled, radiating a few more bits of glitter, and joined Clyde in sitting.

"Wallace, are we still friends?"

"Of course."

"Dude... if that was a knife..."