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fandomhighdorms2008-02-20 08:54 pm
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Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Night
Naminé had spread a large canvas over most of the floor in the common room. Around the edges there were paints, brushes, charcoals, crayons, colored pencils, all sorts of moddable art supplies.
Near one edge she was working on a sketch of a tree, and a rather-less-white-than-before gorgeous long-haired cat was wandering through the center, tracking some (non-toxic and safe for cats) paint-covered pawprints as she went.
Art, Naminé felt, was best expressed as chaos.
(Very open, as common rooms are! Come make art.)
Near one edge she was working on a sketch of a tree, and a rather-less-white-than-before gorgeous long-haired cat was wandering through the center, tracking some (non-toxic and safe for cats) paint-covered pawprints as she went.
Art, Naminé felt, was best expressed as chaos.
(Very open, as common rooms are! Come make art.)

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Sokka proudly showed off his section of the painting, which was done in that distinctive Sokka style. (Where "distinctive," in this case, means "a three-year-old could do better".) The rain of fish was jamming the flying ponies' rocket launchers, foiling their invasion of the monkey spirits' magic mountain. Which, of course, meant that Sokka needed to start adding some magic wishing stars.
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"You're out of your mind."
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"And?"
But his eyes were glittering with mirth.
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"Most of my clothes are already green," he pointed out. "As it's usually the color of my eyes."
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To her coloring.
He pushed back the black curls so Sokka could see.
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"I knew someone who looked like this. They weren't very happy with it."
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