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Characters: Sette Frummagem and whoever
Date: During the day, while the music event is happening.
Summary: Sette's hearing Love Songs, and is developing crushes on everybody she meets.
Warnings: Sette crushes like a fifth-grade boy.
This music was...girly. Annoying. She'd already spent half the day running around, tryin' to find the bastard with the violin so's she could break it in half and get some peace and quiet, but no luck. She supposed it was just in her head, on account of Pymary or some other bollocks like that, but that just made it more of an irritation.
When she sees someone coming, she ducks into the bushes. Old habits. You never know who the stranger you meet on the road'll be, and unless you're possessed of considerable Tallness, it's usually best to avoid bein' seen.
Sette peers out from her hiding place, and...some weird feelin's coming over her. She can't quite place what it is, but she can't help staring a little as the person comes in closer.
Maybe she's sick.
Or maybe it's her thievin' instincts going off and something about this person's tellin' her that she's an easy mark. Yeah, that's it. Course it is. What else could it be?
"Oy, you!" she said, jumping out of the bush at them. "Whose road d'you think yer walkin' on!"
Date: During the day, while the music event is happening.
Summary: Sette's hearing Love Songs, and is developing crushes on everybody she meets.
Warnings: Sette crushes like a fifth-grade boy.
This music was...girly. Annoying. She'd already spent half the day running around, tryin' to find the bastard with the violin so's she could break it in half and get some peace and quiet, but no luck. She supposed it was just in her head, on account of Pymary or some other bollocks like that, but that just made it more of an irritation.
When she sees someone coming, she ducks into the bushes. Old habits. You never know who the stranger you meet on the road'll be, and unless you're possessed of considerable Tallness, it's usually best to avoid bein' seen.
Sette peers out from her hiding place, and...some weird feelin's coming over her. She can't quite place what it is, but she can't help staring a little as the person comes in closer.
Maybe she's sick.
Or maybe it's her thievin' instincts going off and something about this person's tellin' her that she's an easy mark. Yeah, that's it. Course it is. What else could it be?
"Oy, you!" she said, jumping out of the bush at them. "Whose road d'you think yer walkin' on!"