Dance #97 [Video]

[quackingly]

[Ahiru happily sits at her computer, her eyelids drooping but a satisfied smile on her face. In her hand is a big, fat marker. Her room has some obvious scribbles all over the walls. There's a label from Fakir right across her collarbone.]There! I think I finally got it all. Everything that's mine is labeled...I think. Did I miss some of you? I don

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voice;

[monsterepellant]

...Ahiru-chan.

voice;

[quackingly]

Huh?

Re: voice;

[monsterepellant]

You dozed off for a bit.

voice;

[quackingly]

oh...oh yeah, sorry! Fakir woke me up...Although he's being a jerk and saying the stage is his.

Re: voice;

[monsterepellant]

You can't share it?

voice;

[quackingly]

I was sharing it! He's the one that's not! He says I can't write all over it and I have to clean it up, but I worked hard on those labels!

voice;

[monsterepellant]

Won't it be painted over for the next set of the next ballet anyway?

voice;

[quackingly]

Awwww...I think you're right.

Re: voice;

[monsterepellant]

So it's fine, then.

voice;

[quackingly]

Well....yeah. I guess so.

voice;

[monsterepellant]

And your name will always be there, then, under the paint.

voice;

[quackingly]

[perking up] Oh...oh, yeah! And when the paint wears away, there it'll be!

Re: voice;

[monsterepellant]

Right.

Re: voice;

[quackingly]

That way, it'll be mine even after I've gone back home! It's perfect!

voice;

[monsterepellant]

...that's true.

voice;

[quackingly]

And that way, I can remember that I was here.