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[skinofalizard]

[in a VERY SECLUDED* area of camp, there is a lizard-teen studiously looking at a book.

Eventually, he sets the book down, takes a few steps away from it, and begins the monologue]

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die...

[he's quite good, actually]

[*not nearly as

Comments

[toxicological]

*FROM A NEARBY TREE:*

That strain again;--it had a dying fall.

[skinofalizard]

[seriously, I'm not even surprised anymore

--well, about you being in a tree near me, anyway]

You know it?

[toxicological]

It's pretty.

*dropping out of the tree, to be caught in a cradle of vines just above where his head would be*

[skinofalizard]

I agree. It was always one of my favorites.

[toxicological]

Go on then.

[skinofalizard]

[picking up where you left off]

[toxicological]

*supervillain is listening very, veeeeeeeery intently*

[skinofalizard]

[he is very good

also, finishing the monologue]

[toxicological]

*have a slow clap*

[skinofalizard]

Thanks.

[toxicological]

You're not entirely stupid after all.

[skinofalizard]

...thanks.

[toxicological]

*d'awwww let me try to ruffle your headscales*

[skinofalizard]

[superior agility says no]

You'd just hurt your hand.

[toxicological]

My gloves withstand the sharpest thorns.

[skinofalizard]

Good to know.