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Third Song ★ Action
[Hello, Paradisa! This evening the Kitchen TheaterTM is showing a live documentary about drug abuse.
It is somewhat occupied by a cat-eared young man, lying on the floor in the most random of positions. He slides around a bit and giggles before rolling over, his cloak getting stuck here and there and even covering his face once. He alternates the giggling with some purring sounds and flexes back his spine to the point where his hands almost meets his feet... and then back again, his crooked tail swishing back and forth.
The reason is obvious, if you notice the empty bucket nearby, and the fact that the floor is covered in dried green plants. Someone (read: Faye) once told the ribika about catnip, and this poor Sanga is now high as a kite.]
It is somewhat occupied by a cat-eared young man, lying on the floor in the most random of positions. He slides around a bit and giggles before rolling over, his cloak getting stuck here and there and even covering his face once. He alternates the giggling with some purring sounds and flexes back his spine to the point where his hands almost meets his feet... and then back again, his crooked tail swishing back and forth.
The reason is obvious, if you notice the empty bucket nearby, and the fact that the floor is covered in dried green plants. Someone (read: Faye) once told the ribika about catnip, and this poor Sanga is now high as a kite.]
