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fandomhighdorms2017-01-07 08:49 pm
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2nd floor common room, Saturday afternoon
After an extremely weird morning that started with Kuzco going down to the office to bitch about the non-llama friendly door knob on his dorm room and ended with what he was pretty sure was a moose asking him to dinner (and no. NOooooooooooooo), Kuzco was sulking in his common room with a cake he'd pilfered from the counter and whatever had been on television when he walked in.
...which had turned out to be extremely dramatic South African soap operas. He had no idea what was going on, but currently everyone on the screen was crying, praying or both, so it had to be good, right?
{OOC: So open.}
...which had turned out to be extremely dramatic South African soap operas. He had no idea what was going on, but currently everyone on the screen was crying, praying or both, so it had to be good, right?
{OOC: So open.}

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"EH?!" She dropped the watering can and backed up a step. "Y-y-you can talk?!" She stared extra hard at him. "You're not a demon, are you?"
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Based on nothing. Not one shred of evidence.
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He was, perhaps, not adjusting well to his new look.
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Kuzco was spectacularly self-involved.
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"Well, uhm. Why are you here? And..." Her eyes fell on the area near him. "Llama-heika? Are... Are you eating cake?!"
Were llamas supposed to eat cake?
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