Dorm Roof, Saturday morning

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

When Willow woke up she knew at once what she had to do and where she had to be. Also she knew that she was Nadia. Which was not so much true but at least it accurately represented her state of mind.

Which is why, after running some errands, she was now on the roof of the dorms with her backpack and a pastry box beside her.

This was also why she felt an urge to sing.

Now the thing with Willow is that 1) she couldn't sing and 2) she had no idea what songs Nadia sang while she was up on the roof doing her roof-singing thing.

Willow was nothing if not a girl who innately tried to do her best anyway.

"There was a farmer who had a dog and Emo was his name-o
E-M-uh, two other letters-O
E-M-two other letters-O
E-M-two other letters-O
And Emo was his name-o!"

"Nadia" nodded in satisfaction at what she felt was a roof-singing job well done, and sat and waited to see if anyone felt like joining her.

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Comments

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"I...couldn't remember which was mine."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"329." Faithful helpfully informed him. Her. Whatever. "Anything else you've forgotten?"

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"Not that I can remember," Alanna replied.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"My lucky day." Faithful muttered.

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"Hey! At least you're in the right body."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Faithful resisted the urge to point out that he was in the right body as well just...crazy. "Lukcy, lucky me."