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[waterbearchan]

[ You might have some trouble getting through the student lounge. Bluebell's sitting in the middle of it, next to her wheelchair, nearly surrounded by cardboard and paint

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[cuzimaprince]

That's cool~

[waterbearchan]

[ barely glances at you ]

Thanks. What are you supposed to be?

[cuzimaprince]

A frog prince.

[waterbearchan]

Oh.

[ Bluebell is far from a stunning conversationalist, so she'll just go back to working on her airplanechair now. ]

[mmnotww]

You're covering the hall. [ She's such a hypocrite. ]

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What're you building?

[waterbearchan]

This isn't even a hall, stupid!

It's a plane. For Halloween.

[mmnotww]

You're blocking the way to the hall.

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It looks good.

[waterbearchan]

You can go around just fine.

Thanks.

Needs more RFW to RFW interactions, y/y?

[electrophantasm]

[There is a soft, dry rustle of hair slithering over carpet as Ghost crouches to stare intently at that plane-in-progress.]

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yyyyy

[waterbearchan]

[ Bluebell isn't the keenest observer, so she doesn't notice Ghost's presence-- until she happens to glance over her shoulder and proceeds to screech and kind of half throw herself onto the wing. She huffs at him when she realizes it's not some kind of silent serial killer (she thinks) and turns back around to adjust the wing she just almost crumpled. ]

Don't sneak up on people like that, stupid!

|D

[electrophantasm]

[He doesn't so much as flinch as she screams, though his eyes do look saddened for a moment for the crumpled cardboard.

He ignores the warning entirely, reaching to help smooth it out again.]

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[waterbearchan]

... You don't talk much, do you?

[ She let's him help pull and push the wing back into place, but there isn't much they can do about the crease folds. She studies them for a moment before shrugging and starting to army crawl towards the front of the chair to start on the nose. ]

They won't show up much after it's painted, anyway.