The deck, Saturday afternoon

[intotheout]

It wasn't really very warm out yet, but Tip was tired of winter and had gotten pretty good at being outside in colder weather this year, so instead of reading quietly in her room, she decided to read quietly out on the deck. It was sunny and she had a nice soft blanket to curl up under, so she figured she was set.

Plus, this way she got to avoid any awkward meetings with tiny people that her fellow students might be having in the dorms. Those were funny to hear about, but kind of awkward when you were right there.

[expecting one, and open for slow play!]

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[urapoomphead]

Unicycle grabbed onto the deck supports and with no small amount of grunting and flailing, managed to climb up and flop over the edge of the railing in front of Tip. "You look weird," she observed. "This is a time travel thing, right? Uncle J.Lo says those happen sometimes."

[intotheout]

"Uncle J.Lo," Tip repeated.

See? If someone else was here for this, they'd be feeling super awkward!

[urapoomphead]

"Yeah. Six legs, floppy head, less crazy than Uncle Funsize." She plopped down on the end of Tip's lounger and played with the edge of her blanket. So soft! "I know you've met him, you were my size at the time."

She'd heard the story several million times.

[intotheout]

"Well," Tip said. "At least he's not 'Dad'."

[urapoomphead]

"Ew," Unicycle said. "I don't think humans and Boov can do that."