Nadia flopped herself over diagonally on the couch, one foot resting on the back, the other draped over its arm. She switched on the television to a rerun of AKA (the obligatory musical episode, it seemed, and wasn't Perth Tristow's dad just the creepiest thing ever, singing and dancing and wearing rainbow colors like--oh, wait, no, that's not AKA
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*Sloooooowly rise up from behind the couch*
*Sloooowly reach over to poke the Nadia*
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Fun with reflections in the television screen.
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"How's it?"
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"Hi."
Nadia might turn around and see a curly haired British girl watching the tv with rapt attention at the tv.
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"Hey."
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Now with the notebook, pen, highlighter, and The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter.
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Once she had ensured she was getting coffee, she grinned happily and offered a greeting to the room at large, "Evening."
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Once she'd got her coffee into the mug she made her way over and dropped onto a sofa. "This I've got to see."
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