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fandomhighdorms2006-11-02 05:53 am
Fourth floor common room, Thursday noonish
No classes meant a whole lot of napping for Jude. But a boy must eat, so eventually he reluctantly crawled out of bed, kissed Setsuna, and limped off to the common room to see what kind of food could be prepared. Sadly, he was all out of sticks. Regular pancakes would have to do at the moment. Didn't stop him from making them funny shapes, though.
[[Open and pancakey.]]
[[Open and pancakey.]]

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He poked at his plate and tried to come up with something less awkward to say. "So, you don't go flying often either?"
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"No, it's okay. And I don't, not really. You grow up your whole life having to hide them, you almost forget about them some of the time. And it's not like I can just keep them out all the time, although that would be kind of nice. Halls and rooms in this place just aren't big enough."
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"Hey, what do you think they'd say if we showed up for Flight Club one day and said we wanted to join?"
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"Discrimination if you ask me. We should protest."
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"But, yes. Protest, I agree. Are you any good at making signs?"
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He held up one finger. "Or we could start our own flight club, for those who can actually fly."
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Matilda was not currently on Setsuna's list of people she'd want to be in a club with. At all.
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"Okay, no Marilda," He said, deciding to err on the side of safety. "We could check that supernatural club, maybe they have members with wings."
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"Um, maybe..." she said quietly, and, despite the agreement, looked very uncomfortable with the idea.
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"Glitter makes everything better."
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