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[besomeothername]

[Greetings, fair Dressing Room residents. Here we have another Dressing Room sponsored event, albeit a slightly strange one. Wherever you were, you will now find yourself in a hallway with two booths, one on the left and one on the right. The way back is nothing but foggy darkness. And in order to continue forward, you must pass the aforementioned

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[aaaaaalways]

But I don't want either of those things.

[meansprout]

[Dear lord, it's that's pony.........]

It doesn't matter what you want.

[aaaaaalways]

[Jiiiiii, using magic to switch your signs around. NOW YOU ARE THE MATCHMAKER.]

[besomeothername]

... Hey! Gimme my sign back!

Some of us are actually working here.

[regeneratory]

[STARES BETWEEN THEM...]

[meansprout]

[GLARING AT YOU...]

[regeneratory]

[GLARING RIGHT BACK.]

[meansprout]

[GLARING HARDERER.]

[stainedlotus]

No. [Going to start his rehab sounds like a GOOD IDEA.]

[meansprout]

Whatever.

[You must choose, Kanda, you have no choice in the matter.]

[stainedlotus]

[SORRY, HE'S LEAVING. Watch him get stopped by the fog.]

[meansprout]

[Have fun.]

Punching booth

[clownhate]

What the hell are you doing here?!

[meansprout]

[GROANINGGGG]

I don't know! As if I want to be.

[clownhate]

[Suspicious staring.]

Then who's making you stay? Just leave the booth! I wanna get past.

[[ooc: Could've sworn I'd posted this comment before. *kicks LJ*]]

[meansprout]

The Dressing Room. I can't.

[HE DOESN'T WANT TO PUNCH A KID...]

Why don't you go get... your horoscope from him? [That's harmless and kid-friendly, right??]

[besomeothername]

[INTO MY ARMS, DARLING]

Lulu-chan~ ♥ Over here!

[besomeothername]

Because Miss Lulubell is way too stuffy, yeah. And we've met multiple times, which means we've now hit nickname status.