[the guide flicks on mid air. Or at least it seems mid air. In actuality, little Renge is balancing it on her head and humming.]
I know a song that gets on eweybodys nerves. Eweybodys nerves. Eweybodys nerves. I know a song that gets on eweybodys nerves and dis is how it goes.
[That's right. Renge is six. With a lisp. And a happy-go-lucky voice. The Guide then falls from her head, and she jumps; you can see her little feet leaving the floor and then scuttle out of the line of the camera. There's a squeak, and it's sort of obvious Renge clambered up onto her bed.]
[there's sniffling coming from that direction at least, and then complete silence.]
[And a whine.]
R - Renge wet her p - pants... [and there's a good minute of sobbing before -]
[OMG a thought!]
Oh...Renge can go nake-nake now~!
[there's a rustling, and then a
yellow sundress is tossed across the Guide's view before the whole of the S.S. Thor is treated to the sight of Renge's naked little bottom running across the room in
lacy, girly little stockings and out of the door.]
[ooc: that's right. little renge. who is naked. her PB will be Kobato for lack of anyone better. and if need be, responses will come from
whatsanorgasm and yes; "nake-nake" means naked.]