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[adropofjupiter]

[Action in the Residential Neighborhoods - Very Early Morning]

[It's way, way too early in the morning for anyone to be knocking on your door - especially when that person happens to be a teenage girl that looks half-asleep. The sun's just peeking over the horizon and yet, here she is knocking on your door. Will you answer?]



[Phone - Afternoon]

The Outside World's weird.

Comments

[Action]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[She looks like her world has been shattered! Slightly. A small part of it, anyway.

--oh, Marisa said something.]

Okay!

[Her shoulders twitch a few times, before she remembers there kind of aren't any wings there.

And Flandre looks momentarily dejected. And annoyed. Mostly annoyed.]

[Action]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[That's okay. Marisa will just pick Flandre up with her.]

[Action]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre squeaks! And clings to Marisa a bit like a koala. Was there a problem before...? Of course not, that would be silly.]

Did Marisa fall asleep?

[Action]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

No... just too early. I'm all sleepy still.

[Action]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

Well, it's daytime now! Daytime makes me sleepy.

[Flandre's logic is infallible.]

[Action]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I'm human, ze. I'm supposed to be up when it's daytime. I just like sleeping in late.

[Action]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

...oh.

[Blink. Bliiiiink.]

Why?

[To which is a bit of a mystery, though.]

[Action]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I like my dreams, ze. Sometimes I don't wanna wake up from them. Or I'm up really late.

[Action]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

...oh. Dreams are nice! [Except when they're not.

--wait hold on Flandre has noticed something. Or rather, a lack of something. She bats at Marisa's hair a bit, where her braid should be. And pokes and snuffles around and overall looks very confused (it probably tickles, though).]

[Action]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[And Marisa is indeed ticklish, despite any and all attempts to hide it. So she giggles a little and squirms.]

S-stop that, ze. Hee hee...

[Action]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre blinks, and stops. And plunks her chin down on the witch's shoulder for a moment. She still looks vaguely like some part of her understanding of the universe has been upended, though.]

Marisa's braid is gone!

[Action]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...it is?

[Shifting Flandre a bit so the witch can check her hair, she finds her trademark braid is indeed not there. She blinks and chews on her bottom lip a moment.]

I guess it is. You gotta ribbon I can use?

[Action]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

...um!

[The little vampire perks her head up now to peer at her nightgown. Which is rather lacking in ribbons.]

[Action]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

[Time to set the vampire down.]

You think you can find one inside?