thirty ninth dance | voice;

[motioned]

I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm all back to normal now. Um, thank you for everyone who was concerned or offered to help. It really does mean a lot.

[Still, despite that good news, her voice doesn't very relieved or happy. It doesn't sound sad, either; it's carefully neutral instead as she moves on.]

That's not really all I wanted to say, though. For anyone who knew Davesprite while he was here, he's gone home. He was, um, the orange boy with the wings. The timing seems pretty bad, I know, but I'm sure he wasn't in the hunt, so nobody should worry about that. I called and it kept ringing, so... For what it's worth, though, I'm sorry to all the friends he had here.

I guess that's all I really had to say.

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[ Action ]

[motioned]

[An alarmed look crosses her face.]

What? H-Hey, you have to answer the question!

[ Action ]

[maddeninghatter]

[ After delicately licking frosting from his fingertips, Break stands, teacup and saucer in hand. ]

I said you could ask. I never said I'd answer.

[ At which point he steps into and folds himself up inside an ornamental cabinet (still holding the teacup!). It's difficult to see how he can fit. ]

Byeeeeeeee! ☆

[ He pulls the door shut, after him; but doesn't lock it. ]

[ Action ]

[motioned]

What? Hey, that's not fair!

[She follows him immediately, and assumes the door is locked. Frantically and forcefully, she tugs on the door, only to tumble backwards due to the effort when the door swings open much more easily than she'd expected.]

[ Action ]

[maddeninghatter]

[ It's EMPTY!

--except for the teacup. ]