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[canaan_divided]

Mamet doesn't know why he hasn't given Banky the desk yet. He was so eager to start it he probably drove Duck nuts, but it's been done, tucked away and hidden. Mamet thinks maybe he's been waiting for the right moment, but he isn't sure what sort of moment that is. So finally today he's had enough. Banky can't use the desk if he doesn't fucking

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[banky]

Banky was sprawled out on his bed, feet propped up against the partition and his head dangling off the side. In his hands was Miss Piggy's Guide to Life, which he was THOROUGHLY fucking enjoying. Chortling his ass off, he secretly wondered if Miss Piggy was going to worm her way into his Top Five Personal Heroes. She said that lifting mugs of hot chocolate was EXERCISE. Who the fuck was Banky to argue with THAT?

[canaan_divided]

Mamet grins when he finds Banky right away, and then he lets out a small sputter of laughter. He invites himself into the room, right up to Banky's bed

"You're reading about Muppets?" he asks, tipping the book toward himself.

[banky]

Staring upsidedown up at Mamet, Banky got a little cross-eyed. "Fuck yeah I am. The Muppets were VISIONARY." With a look that clearly read 'do you MIND', Banky tipped the book back in his direction and flicked the page.

[canaan_divided]

Mamet plucks Banky's book away, resisting the urge to try and balance it on his face. "They weren't even real," he says flatly. "Anyway, if you can pull yourself away from...away from Miss Piggy for a couple minutes, I've got something to show you."