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fandomhigh2014-07-15 01:32 pm
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomhigh2014-07-15 01:32 pm
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Arts & Crafts with Friends!, Tuesday, period 3
Pinkie greeted the class with a tip of her classy old-timey hat. Unlike some, Pinkie had managed to keep some of her duds from the weekend. Or possibly regenerate them in some sort of weird fourth-wall breaking cartoon gag.
"Alright, fellas, get in your seats, see?" she sneered with an outrageous accent. "It's time for class!"
"Oh for the love of god," Derek said, covering his face with one hand. How was this his life? Just how?
BECAUSE YOU LOVED IT, DEREK. YOU LOVED THE INSANITY AND THE GLITTER. MOSTLY THE GLITTER.
It was a fact. Pinkie's classes contained at least 20% less glitter when Derek wasn't in them.
"Shut it, you dirty rat," Pinkie said cheerfully. "I'm trying to teach a class, see?"
She didn't even talk like this when she WAS noir.
Derek sighed the sigh of someone who was reconsidering every single choice he'd made in his life that brought him to this point. "Today we're weaving trivets," he ground out, staring up at the ceiling because it was preferable to his life.
Oh god. His life.
"We're makin' potholders this week, see. Potholders for teapots. So get some loops and get weaving! This tea ain't gonna party itself!"
That didn't even make sense.
"Alright, fellas, get in your seats, see?" she sneered with an outrageous accent. "It's time for class!"
"Oh for the love of god," Derek said, covering his face with one hand. How was this his life? Just how?
BECAUSE YOU LOVED IT, DEREK. YOU LOVED THE INSANITY AND THE GLITTER. MOSTLY THE GLITTER.
It was a fact. Pinkie's classes contained at least 20% less glitter when Derek wasn't in them.
"Shut it, you dirty rat," Pinkie said cheerfully. "I'm trying to teach a class, see?"
She didn't even talk like this when she WAS noir.
Derek sighed the sigh of someone who was reconsidering every single choice he'd made in his life that brought him to this point. "Today we're weaving trivets," he ground out, staring up at the ceiling because it was preferable to his life.
Oh god. His life.
"We're makin' potholders this week, see. Potholders for teapots. So get some loops and get weaving! This tea ain't gonna party itself!"
That didn't even make sense.
Sign in
Re: Sign in
Re: Sign in
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Re: Sign in
Weave!
Re: Weave!
He picked up the equipment and started weaving a potholder. Maybe if he got it done quickly he'd get out of here early or something.
Re: Weave!
Re: Weave!
Re: Weave!
Re: Weave!
And then, because he still had plenty of time left, he wove a second potholder.
Talk to the teachers
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