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Fakir's spent the last ... he's not exactly sure how long ... waiting for the other ballet slipper to drop. Whatever's going to happen hasn't happened yet, and while he waits he still has to do ordinary things like write his Swan Lake paper.
He's sitting at a table, lost in thought and chewing on the end of his quill pen, as he writes the third page of a paper about the many evils of Odile.
[ooc: To the people I have threads with, I heartily apologize for dropping them. Let's call a universal fade and start over, all right?]
He's sitting at a table, lost in thought and chewing on the end of his quill pen, as he writes the third page of a paper about the many evils of Odile.
[ooc: To the people I have threads with, I heartily apologize for dropping them. Let's call a universal fade and start over, all right?]