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[Puttering around a - surprisingly clean - room, is someone who looks sort of like Arienette. Except that her hair's a dull auburn, and her movement is rather more... normal. Though she's wearing the same sort of clothing as ever, her gloves are off as she works over a mini-flower arrangement. Her skin's a perfectly healthy color, and there's no trace of clumsiness in her motions.
Absently, she's singing to herself, but even though she's not paying much attention to what she's saying, her voice is far clearer than usual. For one thing, she's taking breaths at normal intervals, rather than fading in and out.]
Come now, bring your heart, just a little closer and we’ll play. I’ll make the inside of your shaking little box all nice and clean~
[Standing, she walks out of view, and somewhat-more-distant lyrics are punctuated by what sounds like someone rummaging through a box of glass. It's clattery, at least.]
All your winding words, your consciousness, will be my happiness. Please let me play with the insides of your insides~
[Have half of the girl's face appearing in the camera, sideways, commenting cheerfully]
Anyone know where I can find some glue?
((OOC: Song is called Tag. Translation of the lyrics was found here.
Arienette is now a couple years younger - from before she died. And has no memory of the future. And if you call her Arienette she will have no clue wtf you are talking about.))
Absently, she's singing to herself, but even though she's not paying much attention to what she's saying, her voice is far clearer than usual. For one thing, she's taking breaths at normal intervals, rather than fading in and out.]
Come now, bring your heart, just a little closer and we’ll play. I’ll make the inside of your shaking little box all nice and clean~
[Standing, she walks out of view, and somewhat-more-distant lyrics are punctuated by what sounds like someone rummaging through a box of glass. It's clattery, at least.]
All your winding words, your consciousness, will be my happiness. Please let me play with the insides of your insides~
[Have half of the girl's face appearing in the camera, sideways, commenting cheerfully]
Anyone know where I can find some glue?
((OOC: Song is called Tag. Translation of the lyrics was found here.
Arienette is now a couple years younger - from before she died. And has no memory of the future. And if you call her Arienette she will have no clue wtf you are talking about.))