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[Sometime after her first encounter of the morning, Midna had made her way back to the boys' dorms. Slipped under the crack of a certain door again. Took care not to wake up a certain prince's echidna room mate, or the prince himself. Not yet. The imp, looking very much the part, was perched delicately on the swordsman's side. Aw, look how peaceful he looked when he was sleeping. She eyed the note that was still at his side and took it back. There'd be no need for a note telling him they'd need to talk if she was already there. But until he noticed… Her laptop was in her hands after a moment, and Midna quietly typed up an entry for the network.]
Eee hee hee! And here I was half-hoping I'd see some more rubble and debris around the city. But no, everything is spick and span. A girl can't feel bad about missing all the events if you don't leave any evidence!
But what's done is done… both here and there.
Pining never suited me, so there will be no more of that.
How many fresh faces have I missed, hm?
Eee hee hee! And here I was half-hoping I'd see some more rubble and debris around the city. But no, everything is spick and span. A girl can't feel bad about missing all the events if you don't leave any evidence!
But what's done is done… both here and there.
Pining never suited me, so there will be no more of that.
How many fresh faces have I missed, hm?