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SS: Showtime! pt1
4 years ago
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“Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.”
- Samuel Johnson
- Samuel Johnson
♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ "The stage is set, and the performers are ready, Ken."
"They sure are, Sabrina. The hustle and hurry of the early morning has quieted, almost as though sound itself is waiting with bated breath, as the rest of us watch on with sweeping anticipation."
"Why Kendrick," Sabrina said with feigned awe, as she brought her hand to her chest, dramatically clutching her nonexistent pearls, "that was rather poetic."
"Rina, please..." he replied, blushing beneath his blue fur in mild embarrassment.
Sabrina laughed softly and moved closer to her co-worker. Playfully she pounced onto him, wrapping his arm around hers and gave it a fond squeeze.
"I'm sorry, Ken." she said, "But there was an elegance to what you said. It pairs well with your heavy Cathalean accent. People from your island dedicated themselves to the pursuit of knowledge and art."
Kendrick smiled and continued to blush beneath his coat. "Yes, but that was a lifetime ago. We are still rather scholarly, but, the notion of pleasure for its own sake, has been added to our overall social curriculum."
"...poetry." Sabrina teased.
Kendrick's skin was warm enough to toast a marshmallow. Sabrina delighted in their play a moment longer, then returned to her task at hand.
"So, tell us Ken," she began, "do you have a favorite in the talent competition?"
"I do," he answered, his body beginning to cool, "but, I'm afraid my vote is a little biased."
"Oh?"
"Yes. My little sister is to participate in this contest, representing a delightful little cafe on Main Street, where she works. She..."
PS: sorry for the length...
"They sure are, Sabrina. The hustle and hurry of the early morning has quieted, almost as though sound itself is waiting with bated breath, as the rest of us watch on with sweeping anticipation."
"Why Kendrick," Sabrina said with feigned awe, as she brought her hand to her chest, dramatically clutching her nonexistent pearls, "that was rather poetic."
"Rina, please..." he replied, blushing beneath his blue fur in mild embarrassment.
Sabrina laughed softly and moved closer to her co-worker. Playfully she pounced onto him, wrapping his arm around hers and gave it a fond squeeze.
"I'm sorry, Ken." she said, "But there was an elegance to what you said. It pairs well with your heavy Cathalean accent. People from your island dedicated themselves to the pursuit of knowledge and art."
Kendrick smiled and continued to blush beneath his coat. "Yes, but that was a lifetime ago. We are still rather scholarly, but, the notion of pleasure for its own sake, has been added to our overall social curriculum."
"...poetry." Sabrina teased.
Kendrick's skin was warm enough to toast a marshmallow. Sabrina delighted in their play a moment longer, then returned to her task at hand.
"So, tell us Ken," she began, "do you have a favorite in the talent competition?"
"I do," he answered, his body beginning to cool, "but, I'm afraid my vote is a little biased."
"Oh?"
"Yes. My little sister is to participate in this contest, representing a delightful little cafe on Main Street, where she works. She..."
PS: sorry for the length...
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