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[legally_blond]

[In the Mess Hall tonight, it's rather empty... since, you know, it's late/early/some in between time. For those who like to wander the wilds of camp in the dark hours, though, it's a nice respite from the zombies lurking around outside. In one corner sits a prosecutor playing an acoustic guitar, looking out the window with a bemused expression

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[nospringflower]

[only observing, not coming too close]

[legally_blond]

[well, this song isn't easy, so he's too involved to really notice yet.]

[nospringflower]

[GOOD I'll just be here and not feel awkward at all]

[legally_blond]

[fffinished, shakes out his arm]

You're up late.

[nospringflower]

I haven't been very sleepy lately.

[legally_blond]

How much do you normally sleep anyway? Eighteen hours a day?

[nospringflower]

I like my sleep!

[legally_blond]

Of course, of course...

Just like a cat.

[nospringflower]

I'm not a cat!!

[legally_blond]

"Like" a cat!

[nospringflower]

I'm not like one either!

[legally_blond]

Oh, what else sleeps a lot... a sloth?

[nospringflower]

You can stop comparing me to animals.

[legally_blond]

Okay!

[back to tuning the guitar~~~]

[nospringflower]

[at least you're playing accoustic]

[legally_blond]

[I take what camp gives me]

Hm... I'm not really satisfied with this yet.