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Myahh~
Guest
The Lounge was such a relaxed, calm place. It had TVs... It had couches.. It had these really huge chairs that were like mini-couches... It had... Beanbags! Beanbags were so funny. They were like deformed chairs. Haha! See? It's funny.
There were yellow beanbags, pink beanbags, orange couches, pink chairs, red chairs, pink TVs, more pink TVs, pink walls, pink-- Hold on.. Isn't that a bit much? Red and orange and yellow don't fit! It's a -pink- room!
..Well, it may not have been pink -before-. But... When Bello walked in and saw the boring, horrible atmosphere... What else could she do? I mean, she -could- clone herself, after all. Even if it was just one; that one, would help her out. And it did, because they finished painting and replaced the furniture. Talk about efficiency.
Bello's clones were soon gone. Well, except for one, of course: Carino, who had just run in. Even though it was really two of the same person in the room, Bello and Carino perfected the act of being natural siblings. It was really like talking to another friend. And, by Bello changing her appearance in her clone, it just made it more believable for them.
Er... For her. Him. It. Them. Whatever.
So, Bello plopped down onto a beanbag, twirling the remote control into her hands. She yawned, almost cat-like, as she turned the TV on. "What's on TV today~?" She said, flipping through the channels.
There were yellow beanbags, pink beanbags, orange couches, pink chairs, red chairs, pink TVs, more pink TVs, pink walls, pink-- Hold on.. Isn't that a bit much? Red and orange and yellow don't fit! It's a -pink- room!
..Well, it may not have been pink -before-. But... When Bello walked in and saw the boring, horrible atmosphere... What else could she do? I mean, she -could- clone herself, after all. Even if it was just one; that one, would help her out. And it did, because they finished painting and replaced the furniture. Talk about efficiency.
Bello's clones were soon gone. Well, except for one, of course: Carino, who had just run in. Even though it was really two of the same person in the room, Bello and Carino perfected the act of being natural siblings. It was really like talking to another friend. And, by Bello changing her appearance in her clone, it just made it more believable for them.
Er... For her. Him. It. Them. Whatever.
So, Bello plopped down onto a beanbag, twirling the remote control into her hands. She yawned, almost cat-like, as she turned the TV on. "What's on TV today~?" She said, flipping through the channels.