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fandomtownies2008-01-01 01:08 pm
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Somewhere On The Streets, Tuesday Morning
Valentine was a juggler. This much was not a secret, of course.
That he had found himself a juggling partner a while back might not have been common knowledge.
That they were both insane enough to attempt to coordinate an act together was probably a given.
That they were going to attempt to juggle chunks of wood wrapped in flaming, gasoline-soaked rags?
...
Well, that was something that might have to be seen to be believed.
[[OOC: Open to anyone who dares to gawk! First thread locked to Valentine and his juggling partner, please!]]
That he had found himself a juggling partner a while back might not have been common knowledge.
That they were both insane enough to attempt to coordinate an act together was probably a given.
That they were going to attempt to juggle chunks of wood wrapped in flaming, gasoline-soaked rags?
...
Well, that was something that might have to be seen to be believed.
[[OOC: Open to anyone who dares to gawk! First thread locked to Valentine and his juggling partner, please!]]
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"Yes, Cassandra. I can see that, as well."
...
"Is it nearly time for lunch, yet?"
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"Probably not, but I'm certain that we put on one hell of a show." His arm was decidedly chilly without a sleeve covering it. "We were to meet Naminé in the park at noon, at any rate. We ought to get going."
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So he was grinning rather broadly, sleeve or no sleeve, as he set off toward the park to meet with Naminé for lunch.