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Room 307, Wednesday Afternoon
Apr. 3rd, 2013 04:16 pmBay had felt jittery and distractable all week, and she'd spent far more time than usual rereading shmoopy old texts from Emmett and Ty. (Emmett's were adorable. Ty ... sent a lot of pictures of himself with his shirt off, which was actually more interesting this week.) This was not great as a shiny new hobby when you wanted to be totally over a guy.
She turned on her laptop and logged into DeviantArt, which was usually good at either inspiring her or giving her mocking material. But somehow today, all her searches seemed to lead to anime-style art featuring .... boobs.
Lots and lots of improbable boobs, attached to even more improbable girls. And she was going to click away and quit looking at the endless galleries of this stuff annnnnny second now.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post!]
She turned on her laptop and logged into DeviantArt, which was usually good at either inspiring her or giving her mocking material. But somehow today, all her searches seemed to lead to anime-style art featuring .... boobs.
Lots and lots of improbable boobs, attached to even more improbable girls. And she was going to click away and quit looking at the endless galleries of this stuff annnnnny second now.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post!]
