Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Night

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé wandered down to the fifth floor common room and flipped through the channels, hoping to find something on.

Five minutes later, she was giggling a bit madly. She wasn't sure she understood this Bitterwoman show, but it was certainly fun.


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[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco wasn't really watching where he was going, which is how he wound up one floor higher than his own. "Wait till the lobsters come out."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"There are lobsters?" Naminé laughed. "Are they dangerous, enemy lobsters? Or powerful friends of Bitterwoman's who appear to save the day? I would imagine enemies, but I'd hate to slight lobsters, you know."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Life size lobsters." Marco said with a straight face. "I mean, lobsters our size. There's good lobsters. And the token good lobster gone bad."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"What a pity there isn't a lobster rehabilitation program," Naminé said with a playful smile. "To save that one lobster who just fell in with the wrong crowd. It's happened to the best of us, you know."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"We should start one." Marco paused. "All failures get eaten."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"I can't say I'd agree to that," she said. "I know a lobster who would be terribly upset with me if I did."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"I used to know a lobster who'd be upset if I ate him?" Marco didn't mention that the lobster was his best friend.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"I believe that same statement could apply to most lobsters," she smiled. "If not all."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Have you ever talked o a lobster?" Marco asked innocently.