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Pen' was just going to go practice singing. (She likes singing. The words are all lined up for her already and she doesn't get them wrong.) But this doesn't look like the practice room. So it's probably the magic restaurant.
Pen knows about the magic restaurant! You can go in it, and get food or things to drink (she has bracelets!) and then you just go back out the door and it's been no time at all and you're right where you went in.
She goes in. She is going to have cake.
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manofmyword
"Well, if I was gonna have an aura that sang anything, I'd want it to sing Queen," he says.
campanas
Pen continues listening to the music, occasionally making little hand gestures to herself to solidify the notes in her head. "Are words writed?"
campanas
She starts singing along, at least insofar as the tunes have enough duplication to let her pick them up.
manofmyword
Normally he has mixed feelings about people singing along to Queen, but this is just adorable.
campanas
"Yaaaah," yawns Pen, getting up and stretching out all of her limbs. Feathers brush the walls. She yawns her way to the bed, picks at the hem of her flying vest but doesn't take it off since she doesn't have a nightgown here, and then just toes her shoes off and flops facefirst onto the bed, wings asprawl.
manofmyword
"G'night," he says, helpfully turning off the lights.
It is not, however, nighttime. It is in point of fact late morning.
Cindy does not go to bed; he has things to do today.
It is not, however, nighttime. It is in point of fact late morning.
Cindy does not go to bed; he has things to do today.
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