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[intellectualhop]

Isolde is in the Astronomy tower thinking of ways to stop liking Hugo to save their now doomed friendship. She looks very odd in her many sweaters and cloaks. Laugh at her.

Comments

[namesaked]

*working on a chart for his class*

Cold enough for you?

*laughs*

[intellectualhop]

*smiles a little* I think a bit too cold.

[namesaked]

Little bit, maybe. Isn't it hard to work in so many clothes?

[intellectualhop]

Well I'm not working. Just here for the view and the thoughts.

[namesaked]

Not a bad place to think, I guess. I prefer the pitch, but whatitdo.

[intellectualhop]

I think the pitch is too vast. In this tower, I feel stable and supported. And limited. Limits can be handy sometimes.

Now isn't a good time to let my imagination run wild.

[namesaked]

If you say so.

Why not? Imagination's a good thing.

[intellectualhop]

*sighs* Not today.

[namesaked]

Well that sucks.

[intellectualhop]

Perhaps. Though I do believe the philosophy "When one door closes, two windows open." These windows my be better.

[namesaked]

Hope so. You look real down.

[intellectualhop]

*nods and sighs a bit*