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findingelena.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2009-11-07 06:48 pm
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Sixth Floor Common Area, Saturday Evening
There were pizzas stacked on one of the convenient tables, and bottles of soda nearby. Because it seemed like as good a time as any for general hanging out. And because Zack had been squeeing about a ballpit, and had dragged her up here to show it off.
"Seriously?" Elena asked. "I don't get it. So, what, you just ... dive in there and ..."
Zack had yet to explain the actual attraction of the ball pit. Give him time.
(puppy modded with permission. open!!)
"Seriously?" Elena asked. "I don't get it. So, what, you just ... dive in there and ..."
Zack had yet to explain the actual attraction of the ball pit. Give him time.
(puppy modded with permission. open!!)

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He should just be happy she didn't take the anatomy discussion any further. It helped that he was cute when he blushed.
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He just liked saying 'princess of the pit.'
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It was totally not her fault that came out sounding like that. Dammit, Zack.
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At least they weren't talking about swords!
"Dance?"
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Understanding, and laughing again.
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Yup, she could totally point her toes in different directions, to a beat. Talent. That was why the Turks recruited her.
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"Bravo! Encore! Um... Other yay words!"
Like, say, 'yay?'
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Oh, yes. It was time to pop her other foot up out of the ballpit and bust out double the synchro-toe action.
Could he handle that!??!