Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26208189-20150608002416/@comment-3991308-20150609011027

"What do you mean you keep a log of everyone's birthdays?" Icarus had asked when Airmid dragged him along to find Pirouette a gift. "I mean, okay, Dead Epics means a lot to you. But that doesn't mean you have to go around, treating everyone in it, like they're your friend, or something."

"Hmm?" Airmid said, looking through the BookEnd shops, trying to find something half-decent. "I'm being polite, Juniper."

01:10, June 9, 2015 (UTC)01:10, June 9, 2015 (UTC)DatAsymptote 01:10, June 9, 2015 (UTC)

Lian had been throwing rocks at Pirouette's window, hoping to wake her up and distract her fellow ballerina by shopping with her and maybe some other dancers. But then she realised the implications of rock throwing and decided to yell Pirouette awake instead.

Unfortunately, that didn't work. The paper ballerina seemed to be at the window, but she didn't seem to notice Lian.

The Swan Maiden tried again. "HELLOOOOOO!! DOWN HERE!"