3rd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

"Going on and on I have the future in my hands..."

It wasn't unusual for Dante to be humming under his breath like this. Especially not from that record; his copy had gotten lost when the Hunter demon wrecked his trailer, and he was mourning it big time.

It was just unusual because he didn't exactly feel like singing. After yesterday, even after spending the night back home and coming back this morning-- he felt a little out of it. Like his brain was running ahead of the rest of him for a change.

But he was humming his way all through the third floor common room. And through rooting through the fridge. And through stealing someone's strawberry cheesecake.

Sigh.

[[ open! ]]

The deck, Saturday afternoon

[sprinklesgoboom]

Pinkie hadn't noticed anything strange going on today. She sang to herself all the time. Even having all the sounds in the bathroom suddenly coordinate with each other in a syncopated beat hadn't been that weird.

So when she went out to hang out on the deck and found a ukulele, she didn't think twice before she picked it up and started strumming.

"I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know,
And I think to myself: what a wonderful world!
Some day I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far
behind me!
Where trouble melts like lemon drops,
High above the chimney tops
That's where
you'll find me!"

She paused mid-strum and licked her lips. "Mmmm. Lemon drops!"

[ooc: because Pinkie is a ray of freaking sunshine. Open!]