Anonymous asked:
a carrot gets thrown at you, from somewhere
It was a normal day.
Erik was experimenting at the piano, penning down his ideas occasionally.
Ayesha purred and slept at his feet, while a fresh pot of tea was being brewed on the side table.
All was well.
THWACK
"What on earth...?" muttered Erik as he rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head.
He looked around. After his recent renovation, it was near impossible for any object to hit him from the ceiling!
On the floor, a little away from the piano bench, stood the offending projectile.
A carrot.