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Sabine was really very tired of being a bird. Sure, flying was cool, and she'd still actually gotten some painting in, but she missed speaking, and thumbs, and her armor, and food. Also, she was kinda side eyeing her roommate pretty hard. Mostly, she just wanted to be herself again.

And just like that, one minute she was hopping around on a half-painted bright pink desk, and the next, she was Sabine again, with decidedly fewer clothes than she'd started out with. She yelled, and rushed to find her clothes- the dorms were quiet, no one would pick that moment to come to the door, right?- trying to them on as fast as humanly possible.

Real cute, Fandom.

[Open, ofc, with possible work slowness!]

Sabine had hit this spot here where she was just kind of bored and restless and not feeling like she was doing anything. Naturally this meant painting something, but she wasn't feeling particularly inspired there either right now, so she had decided to paint her desk a bright pink, and maybe it'd end up more covered in stuff when she was feeling it.

Look, no one had ever told her she couldn't.

She'd opened a window and turned on a fan, put a tarp down and pulled the desk away from the wall enough to be able to work, and was currently sitting on the floor with the sprayer. See, this at least felt better.

[For the roomie!]