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Pen wakes up at about four in the afternoon. It takes her a few seconds to remember why she's here, but then she remembers and starts looking for Cindy.
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manofmyword
"Yeah, I know it's small," he says. "Hmm-mm... I could maybe take you someplace bigger. Not today, though. Maybe tomorrow. I'll see if I can set it up while I'm out."
manofmyword
"Yep."
He goes to the real bathroom to change and freshen up. When he emerges, he still isn't wearing the makeup, and he has his hair slicked back and a drab-looking jacket on over his cheerful purple shirt. (His socks are as colourful as ever.)
He goes to the real bathroom to change and freshen up. When he emerges, he still isn't wearing the makeup, and he has his hair slicked back and a drab-looking jacket on over his cheerful purple shirt. (His socks are as colourful as ever.)
manofmyword
He laughs.
"You bet!" he assures her. "All right, I'm off." He puts on a battered baseball cap, tugs on the brim, and climbs out the window.
campanas
"Find friendlier people!" she commands as he goes.
And then she returns to her book.
And then she returns to her book.
campanas
Pen finishes the one book. She discovers aluminum foil, and wraps various household objects in it. She pokes a fork in an electrical socket, and leaves it there when it gets stuck. (Nothing happens to her.) She takes his fabric pen from the sewing area and starts drawing on the walls, not particularly well, pictures of her family. (With clouds of miscellaneous Samarian-style musical notes clouding around their heads.)
manofmyword
"Yep. I had a busy day out there," he says, dropping the jacket over the back of a couch and the hat on top of it. "You can do my makeup tomorrow morning when we go on our trip."
manofmyword
"Somewhere I think you'll like. A lot bigger than here," he says. "I know a few places I thought might be okay, but I think you'll really like this one."
campanas
Pen noms spaghetti. She isn't very neat. She gets sauce on her feathers.
campanas
Pen peers at herself. She dabs at the sauce. The feathers come reasonably clean.
"Soon I need bath. You have small bath," she says. "No stretching space." (She extends her recently desauced wing illustratively.)
"Soon I need bath. You have small bath," she says. "No stretching space." (She extends her recently desauced wing illustratively.)
manofmyword
"True," he says. "I can try'n find a bigger one. No promises. I don't know if they come big enough."