Office Hours, Tuesday - All Day (3/4)

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Glitch's shoes hadn't talked. They also weren't fighting each other anymore, or doing their level best to make him fall over

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[new_to_liirness]

You'd think he was green, the way he practically skidded into Professor Ambrose's office (tiny ball of orange fluff in hand). The door was closed behind him as he leaned on it, breathing hard.

"Good morning," he said with forced cheer, breaking his half formed "vow" but figuring it was in good cause.

[a_no_brainer]

Glitch blinked, then smiled, then waved.

His mouth was firmly shut, but his fingers were tapping out a little tune against his desk.

[new_to_liirness]

Liir's eyes went immediately to the tapping before he waved one hand frantically.

No. No music. Please.

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He looked at his hand, eyes widened, and he slammed his other hand over it rather abruptly.

Oh, dear Ozma, no music.

[new_to_liirness]

He opened his mouth and immediately slapped the hand over it. Andrew-bunny in his pouch looked up, worried, as Liir used the other hand to pull out his notebook, put it on a desk, and scribble

Singing!?!?

on it.

[a_no_brainer]

Glitch peered at the paper and nodded enthusiastically.

Then he picked up a pen and wrote

Almost, but not yet. You too?

just below Liir's scribble.

[new_to_liirness]

Liir waited until the professor was done before adding, in a much calmer hand,

One in my room, one on the way here

There was a pause before--

and I'm getting the urge for another one, I think.

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Glitch looked at the paper and frowned.

What was with this island and its need to have him singing around like a fool? He was much better at dancing, anyway.

Dancing through life...

His mouth almost opened before he clamped both hands over it and looked at Liir, wide eyed.

[new_to_liirness]

Do you know why?

The handwriting was a little frantic.

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Glitch risked removing one hand from his mouth to write a reply.

The island? Like that other weekend?

His handwriting was surprisingly even for a man who looked like he was in the middle of a panic attack.

[new_to_liirness]

Of all the things I try not to remember, that weekend is first and foremost.

But I'm myself. It's--

He paused.

It's what I think and feel. Just... singing.

Also, much more honest than he would ever be.

[a_no_brainer]

Glitch huffed a little at first part, then shook his head, hand still frimly against his mouth, and wrote back.

No kidding. That weekend wasn't exactly my favorite weekend ever, trust me.

Maybe it's just something similar?

He looked somewhere between worried and terrified.

[new_to_liirness]

So... should we just let it happen?

He really really didn't want to. He already had enough trouble with things coming out of his mouth when they shouldn't. The thought that they would come out with musical accompaniment and rhyming was deeply disturbing on a personal level.

Sorry he added when he thought of the huff.

[a_no_brainer]

His eyes went a little wide. Just a little.

You can, if you like. I won't tell anyone.

I'm good, though.

He didn't look good, but he tried to smile behind his hand. It looked a little odd, and a lot forced.

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...I won't tell either, if you do. I promise.

And slowly, carefully, he let his hand slip away from his mouth.

Hmm.

Nothing so far.

He smiled. The bunny looked rather relieved.

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Glitch read the note, then looked at Liir a little expectantly.

Expectant of just what exactly remained to be seen. When there was nothing, he slumped a little and let his hand slip away from his mouth. Slip away just a very very little bit.

He grinned when nothing happened, but didn't chance talking yet.