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[notso_princely]

[[Mytho stumbles out into the streets, frantically scanning his surroundings for any familiarity.  He's dressed in cargo shorts and a hoodie.  Just a few seconds ago, Mytho filled Fakir's and Autor's lockers full of sequins and sparkles, and was immediately locked into the nearest broom closet by them as a form of retaliation.  Then, he blinked,

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[notso_princely]

...No sports in this dreamworld?

[notso_princely]

...You know what's funner than ballet? It's the best sport in my real world.

Put two ounces of vinegar in Fakir's water. It's a riot. Just don't do ballet please.

[notso_princely]

I know! It's freaking hilarious every time!

[notso_princely]

...Well, I think so anyway.

Uh...you seem kinda...unresponsive.

>=D Hahaha Awesome

[notso_princely]

...Stop copying me.

...Kinda wanna have this Mytho witness a shard effect eventually xD

[notso_princely]

Uh...right on.

So, let's get that vinegar. You have any in that house of yours?

...Sorry to say, you'll be seeing this guy for a while.

[notso_princely]

...Well, let's rummage through them shelves!

Really depends on the point of view. ;D

[notso_princely]

[[Opens the door that the other him went through earlier.]]

Where's the kitchen?