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Room 210: Saturday Afternoon. [07/21].
Jul. 21st, 2018 06:12 amAnd so it would seem that Astrid had herself a new pet bird. She couldn't seem to shake the little expressive wren (pure coincidence, and nothing more). She tried letting it out on Thursday, only to have it right back into the dorms, chirping up a storm, and yesterday evening, Astrid had managed to escape it for a little while when it went flying, only then to have it somehow find her window, knock on it with its beak until she let it back in, where it then curled up on Sabine's bed. It seemed to pick derisively at her offerings of birdseed and it complained quite a bit, seeming generally cranky with its current state of affairs and yet completely unwilling to change them whenever Astrid tried to let it go.
The thought that it might actually be Sabine, she'd completely booted out of her head, because that was impossible. The conversation between the two of them before the bird arrived was obviously just a result of too many paint fumes in a poorly ventilated room. It didn't even seem implausible that Sabine had gone off for most of the week, probably staying in that warehouse she was always talking about, painting it up, and managing to step out at just the moment when Astrid went to go check.
But still, she had a faintly crazy idea and nothing better to do, so Astrid went to the store to get a few things, and when she got back to the room, she laid out the roll of art paper she'd bought until it covered most of the floor. She'd definitely gotten the bird's attention, grinning faintly over at it as she also set out a few paper plates, dumping a different colored paint in each one. She nodded at the bird, picked it up, and set it into the first one, the bright, bright pink one.
The bird knew exactly what Astrid was doing, let out an approving chirp, and then the rest of the afternoon was Astrid and the bird painting the paper on the floor, Astrid with her brushes, the bird by hopping around in the colors and then hopping along the paper in a variety of ways that almost seemed intentional in their efforts to make something bright and colorful and beautiful.
Man. She couldn't wait to show off their new artistic little friend to Sabine when she got back from...wherever she'd gone off to.
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The thought that it might actually be Sabine, she'd completely booted out of her head, because that was impossible. The conversation between the two of them before the bird arrived was obviously just a result of too many paint fumes in a poorly ventilated room. It didn't even seem implausible that Sabine had gone off for most of the week, probably staying in that warehouse she was always talking about, painting it up, and managing to step out at just the moment when Astrid went to go check.
But still, she had a faintly crazy idea and nothing better to do, so Astrid went to the store to get a few things, and when she got back to the room, she laid out the roll of art paper she'd bought until it covered most of the floor. She'd definitely gotten the bird's attention, grinning faintly over at it as she also set out a few paper plates, dumping a different colored paint in each one. She nodded at the bird, picked it up, and set it into the first one, the bright, bright pink one.
The bird knew exactly what Astrid was doing, let out an approving chirp, and then the rest of the afternoon was Astrid and the bird painting the paper on the floor, Astrid with her brushes, the bird by hopping around in the colors and then hopping along the paper in a variety of ways that almost seemed intentional in their efforts to make something bright and colorful and beautiful.
Man. She couldn't wait to show off their new artistic little friend to Sabine when she got back from...wherever she'd gone off to.
[[door and post are open!]]
