Sabine Wren (
seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2019-11-18 07:49 am
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Room 210- Monday morning
In a way, the weekend had been a good thing in that Sabine didn't have time to start kicking herself over whether she should have left on Thursday or not. (She'd get there.) It also meant that she was spending this morning trying to clean up the damage she'd caused when she was five.
She didn't mind the artwork, actually. There'd been a few crude animals painted on the walls, which wasn't terrible work for that age, and there were handprints on quite a few things. That was sort of cute. What wasn't cute was that there had been paint spills, markers left uncapped, at least one brush had been used so hard it was basically ruined.
"Where's the respect?" Sabine sighed, starting the cleanup.
[Open door, open post!]
She didn't mind the artwork, actually. There'd been a few crude animals painted on the walls, which wasn't terrible work for that age, and there were handprints on quite a few things. That was sort of cute. What wasn't cute was that there had been paint spills, markers left uncapped, at least one brush had been used so hard it was basically ruined.
"Where's the respect?" Sabine sighed, starting the cleanup.
[Open door, open post!]

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In case that was in question.
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She was appropriately happy about it, probably.
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She'd been adorable and she knew it.
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"You weren't," Lana assured her. "That award probably goes to the books, as far as those I saw. Although judging by radio, several of the teachers did worse."
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On account of being a tiny color monster.
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She was still sixteen, but okay.
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"You absolutely should," Lana said. "If you come on Sundays, I can help you find things."
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[Wtf notifications.]
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[D'oh! No worries.]
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It wasn't Sabine's style, that didn't mean it couldn't be interesting.
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Sith tended toward possessiveness.
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It was a very Lana answer.
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Lana grinned. "Thank you very much; I'm glad you approve," she said with an ironic little bow.
Even if she was, really.