Percival Billingsley waited patiently for his valet to pick him up at gate 72. When his gentleman’s gentleman arrived his face twitched slightly, which Percival knew to mean he had taken on a distaste to something about the gnomes personage.
“What is it, Jarvis?” Percival asked, taking the opinion of his valet in high regard and wanting to know what had offended the normally stone faced pixie.
“The hat, sir.” Jarvis indicated it gingerly, as though he were being tactful whilst gesturing towards a dead animal.
“What about the hat?” Percival took slight offense to this, as he was quite proud of the hat he’d purchased while visiting the Great Gnomish Isles.
“It’s very red, sir. And pointed.” Jarvis informed him.
“It happens to be the height of gnomish fashion right now.” Percival defended.
“Very well, sir.” Jarvis declared. His tone mostly genial, but hinting at his desire to see the hat burned as soon as the two returned home.
“I am keeping the hat, Jarvis.”
“Of course, sir.”
“You won’t be changing my mind.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”
“Good. I’m glad we’re clear.”
“Crystal, sir.” Jarvis melancholicly assured him. Percival smiled and nodded, satisfied that the matter had been put to rest, and not at all suspecting that Jarvis would manage to accidentally ruin the hat during his next clothes cleaning.
Still not used to Serge, Night? 🙂
Something to calm the nerves there, Night? 😛
Oh, look. It’s Meek’s cousin in the bottom of the fourth panel. 😈
That gnome sneaks his way into the background of a lot of crowd shots, actually…
Is it terrible unpolite to shoot someone at dinner?
Traditionally. Over coffee, though, is fair game.
Yeah, why do you think they call it a shot of espresso?
…I’m not proud of that one.
Really? You should be. It made (/(me)/) laugh. How do you do italics properly with this?
To be fair, I don’t think Serge has ever been too concerned with the manners involved in shooting people.
I love the gnome wearing the height of vintage gnome fashion. I wonder if he’s going to a wedding or some other formal event?
Percival Billingsley waited patiently for his valet to pick him up at gate 72. When his gentleman’s gentleman arrived his face twitched slightly, which Percival knew to mean he had taken on a distaste to something about the gnomes personage.
“What is it, Jarvis?” Percival asked, taking the opinion of his valet in high regard and wanting to know what had offended the normally stone faced pixie.
“The hat, sir.” Jarvis indicated it gingerly, as though he were being tactful whilst gesturing towards a dead animal.
“What about the hat?” Percival took slight offense to this, as he was quite proud of the hat he’d purchased while visiting the Great Gnomish Isles.
“It’s very red, sir. And pointed.” Jarvis informed him.
“It happens to be the height of gnomish fashion right now.” Percival defended.
“Very well, sir.” Jarvis declared. His tone mostly genial, but hinting at his desire to see the hat burned as soon as the two returned home.
“I am keeping the hat, Jarvis.”
“Of course, sir.”
“You won’t be changing my mind.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”
“Good. I’m glad we’re clear.”
“Crystal, sir.” Jarvis melancholicly assured him. Percival smiled and nodded, satisfied that the matter had been put to rest, and not at all suspecting that Jarvis would manage to accidentally ruin the hat during his next clothes cleaning.
Yep, he’s officially named Percival now.
Love the story! It sure does explain why the gnome is dressed in such a style. The name fits too!
It’s mostly me doing a parody of Jeeves and Wooster. d: