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Who: Pitto. Open!
Where: Capricorn. Afternoon.
Summary: An angel must always be prepared! And so Pit is practicing on his entry lines.
Warnings: Corn.

There's a bench in the park occupied by a radio. The radio is blaring music--a CD, apparently. Perhaps some Extraterritorial Guests might recognize the music being played.

"Listen you--hnng, I use that too much..."

The bench and radio face a clearing in the park.

"Alright, how about... It's time to, uh...um...pull in...the laundry? Oh, no..."

The clearing in the park is occupied by a certain angel, who just a moment ago stood in a dramatic pose. Now he has his hand cupped around his chin, his face deep in thought.

"'It's time to"'s a good start, but...laundry? Umm... Maybe if they were a clothes monster... Oh, I know! It's time to take out the trash! Aww yeah!"

The angel pumps a fist in the air.

"I'm here to clean up the filth and dump it in the heap! Hope you're wearing shades, 'cause it's about to get squeaky clean in here! Man I am on fire!"

Someone stop him. Please.

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Upon retrospect, practicing in the gathering grounds of a known troll probably wasn't the best of ideas.

So don't mind Misery as she floats over here, watching with the wickedest smile on her face.

Pit? Thinking things through? Never.

"Hmm, you know, I should work on my lines in case there's another tournament," he muses aloud. Then, striking another pose: "Move outta the way 'cause the Steamrolling Servant of Light's makin' his way through!"

Pause.

"No, that doesn't sound right..."

"How about 'I am the Steamroller of Light, and I shall be paving my way to victory through you?' Hmm, yes, it has potential, I believe."

No it doesn't. She just wants to see how he reacts.

He stops. He stares.

"That's PERFECT!"

"Oh my, you don't say? Perhaps my future lies in writing ridiculous hero lines instead of alchemy then."

She smirks. "You can keep that one as a free sample. I don't want it anyway."

"Alchemy? I dunno, alchemy sounds kinda fancy. You could charge a lot of money for that."

"...you're not particularly talented at picking up irony, are you boy?"

Pit stares at her blankly.

That would be no.

She sighs. "Silly poses, stupid lines, a complete inability to grasp when you're being made fun of. You're certainly the quintessential hero alright. At least the robot didn't speak much." She settles down. "What exactly purpose does this little rehearsal of yours have anyway?"

"Just in case I get into a situation where I have to..." Pause. "Are you calling me stupid?!"

"Oh ho, he's not as dense as he looks! But he's VERY close." She smirks.

"I'm not stupid just 'cause I don't understand everyone's jokes!"

"Don't worry, dearie!" A beat. "I'm sure you have plenty of other reasons. Oh ho ho ho ho ho!"

Yeah, you kind of opened yourself up for that one Pit.

"I am not stupid, period!"

Look, you've got his wings all stretched out and ruffled.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. Ho ho."

She lounges back on her staff. In midair.

"Well, I'll leave you to your rehearsing! I have more important things to do, I'm afraid. Ingredients to scrounge and all that."

"Yeah? Well...good riddance!"

For a guy who apparently practices his entry lines, that was kind of weak.