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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.

Threaded | Flat

"Is it too late to convince everyone that you're really losing it?"

Viridi's voice echoes, as always, as perfectly clearly as if she were standing beside him.

"Pull yourself together, Pit! I know it's hard right now, but you have to be strong! Don't let yourself be dragged down even further!"

A pause.

"And I think you can try 'wring out the laundry'; it sounds more threatening that way."

Edited 2012-12-05 04:38 (UTC)

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.

Latooni, now technically a resident of this district, is just going to be over here quietly wondering what the hell Pit is doing. Very quietly.

"You certainly have the enthusiasm down pat!" Came some helpful advice from a nearby spectator.