松風天馬 (
soccerwhisperer) wrote in
paradisa2012-06-11 06:50 pm
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Seven Zephers
[as you flip through, there's suddenly a messy stroke of really wet ink on the page of the journal, then the sound of someone picking it up and shaking it a little, making the ink run]
...Whoops. Maybe I shouldn't practice on the desk.
[and then he stupidly rubs it in hopes of getting it to dry faster, smearing ink all over the place]
...Whoops. Maybe I shouldn't practice on the desk.
[and then he stupidly rubs it in hopes of getting it to dry faster, smearing ink all over the place]

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H--Hey Emil!
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[ Lookin' all happy. ]
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[ Makes his way over to the big piano, then! ]
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[ Friends are good at helping, aw.
And now that he's sitting, he'll start to play. ]
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Wow, you're really good!
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