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[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

[The setting: one of the rooms in the Arena. In the foreground, Sol stands, wearing nothing but what she slept in the night before—that is, a skimpy tank top and her underwear. She doesn't seem to particularly care about modesty, at least not at the moment. If you look closely at the background, you might notice a number of dresses strewn around.]

This a joke?

[Then, she looks away from the Vine and makes one of those little 'tch' noises. Her next words are growled under her breath.]

Still not going to that damn ball.

Comments

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

[...what]

It's not about that.

[airof.livejournal.com]

The food? You're right, sometimes the foods there are just silly.

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

...Not that, either.

[gradually just becoming more and more...boggled]

[airof.livejournal.com]

Is that so? Are you maybe shy?

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head slightly.] Don't like social events.

[That's totally different than being shy!!]

[airof.livejournal.com]

Oh. [sounds a lot like being shy to her missy!]

I guess I get it, with crowds and all. But it could be fun, you know?

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

[It's being antisocial. That's different.]

I guess. [Totally just saying that to appease her.]

[airof.livejournal.com]

[chance-] Then you'll come, that's great! Now about that dress..

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

[wh-wh-what] ...Not what I said.