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The Corner of Woe Returns..

She rolls her eyes, smiling half-heartedly as he seems to vanish, reappearing in the corner. A deep, purple mist clouds the atmosphere around the blonde as he sits, hugging his knees, facing the wall. This is in fact the same corner he retreated to after she refused to wear that frilly pink dress he conjured up for her. The same one he escaped to after the many times she had yelled at him. The same one he crouched facing after he found out that the twins spent more time with her than he did.

Shaking her head in disbelief (although it's hardly a shock he's there), the girl averts her gaze, settling her eyes on the two twins. They erupt into hysterical laughter, clutching their stomachs in pure euphoria. She wonders how they can find it still so amusing to watch as day after day, he retreats to that corner. Another blonde seems to catch the girl's eye, but he's not sulking. Rather, he's lost in his own little world, hunched slightly over a slice of cake, clutching a beloved stuffed pale pink bunny. The small blonde doesn't exactly seem bothered by the situation as he looks up, a blank expression smeared over his face. A sign that it wasn't new.

Two others seemed to share his expression, but for both of them this was seemingly normal. Both were surveying the scene, but for different reasons. One was simply 'babysitting' the small blonde, while the other was just watching the world go by, scribbling perpetually in his notebook.

Yes. The corner of woe had returned.

Description
The Corner of Woe Returns..

She rolls her eyes, smiling half-heartedly as he seems to vanish, reappearing in the corner. A deep, purple mist clouds the atmosphere around the blonde as he sits, hugging his knees, facing the wall. This is in fact the same corner he retreated to after she refused to wear that frilly pink dress he conjured up for her. The same one he escaped to after the many times she had yelled at him. The same one he crouched facing after he found out that the twins spent more time with her than he did.

Shaking her head in disbelief (although it's hardly a shock he's there), the girl averts her gaze, settling her eyes on the two twins. They erupt into hysterical laughter, clutching their stomachs in pure euphoria. She wonders how they can find it still so amusing to watch as day after day, he retreats to that corner. Another blonde seems to catch the girl's eye, but he's not sulking. Rather, he's lost in his own little world, hunched slightly over a slice of cake, clutching a beloved stuffed pale pink bunny. The small blonde doesn't exactly seem bothered by the situation as he looks up, a blank expression smeared over his face. A sign that it wasn't new.

Two others seemed to share his expression, but for both of them this was seemingly normal. Both were surveying the scene, but for different reasons. One was simply 'babysitting' the small blonde, while the other was just watching the world go by, scribbling perpetually in his notebook.

Yes. The corner of woe had returned.