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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

[tsunderanged]

Very poetic there, Shakespeare.

[skinofalizard]

[dflkj WHERE ARE YOU ALL COMING FROM]

Gee, thanks.

[tsunderanged]

Looking for a wench to woo?

[skinofalizard]

I'm not big on the wenches.

[tsunderanged]

Then what's with all the five dollar words?

[skinofalizard]

I'm...acting. Practicing, anyway.

[tsunderanged]

You in a play or some shit like that?

[skinofalizard]

No. As far as I know there aren't any drama clubs or anything like that here. I'm just doing this because I enjoy it.

[tsunderanged]

What's so great about acting for no reason.

[skinofalizard]

It's called a hobby.

[tsunderanged]

Yeah, there are worse out there. What play was that anyway?

[skinofalizard]

Twelfth Night. By Shakespeare.

[tsunderanged]

One of those damn romance plays.

[skinofalizard]

It's a comedy, actually.