Room 517;Saturday Afternoon [ 10/02 ].

[shes_got_legs]

So much for getting out of this weekend without event! Ariel really should have taken into account the fact that not everyone in Atlantica was a strictly stuck in the sea as her immediate family. She was learning from her oversight the hard way, too.

"I do not want your being here to cause all of my training to be just thrown out da window!" Sebastian shook his red claw in Ariel's face. "All dis glee club and plays and bands and who knows what has happened to your classical training. So come on den." He rapped a little baton against the bedframe. "Your scales, let's hear dem."

"But Sebastian--!"

"Ah, ah, ah!" He tapped the baton harder. He was in a bad mood and was not about to take any lip from a princess after being chased out of the hotel by a psychopathic human with a cleaver. "No excuses. Come on, den."

Ariel sighed, resigning herself to the fact that she was not getting out of this. She opened her mouth and sang out her scale. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh."

"Again."

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh."

"Again."

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh."

"Again. Chin up, straighten your back. Posture, Ariel!"

""Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh."

It was going to be a long afternoon. Her eyes kept falling toward the door, praying for some distraction. Anything. Even flying monkeys with flamethrowers. Come on, Fandom, don't let her down now!!

[[ door and post are so very open! ]]