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insertcoins2013-03-26 09:38 pm
rancis) wrote in insertcoins2013-03-26 09:38 pm
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[Grand Central Station is where it's at. That's where he is at. Everything has been put in place though things could have been easier if someone had been around when he needed them. It isn't like he can't do it by himself even though it does increase the likely hood of appearing tacky. He has worked too hard to back out now.
He makes sure to get that licorice tied firmly around his ankle with the idea that it isn't going to break. A glace at some sort of reflective surface tells him that he is certainly ready to go. He gives his leg a tug and he glances back to see that his dinky little wagon moves properly. And he hurries to the wagon to press play on the radio that is apparently in it.
Yeah, he needs to do a better search for Sour Bill next time.
His theme song soon comes on and he is quick of stepping out into the middle of the station. Sugar. The licorice broke. He has to make sure to stand by his wagon, though, to distract the fact the radio is there and he has no lackey. His anxiousness has him bring a hand up to the front of his hair. Still in place. His song is still the truth.]
He makes sure to get that licorice tied firmly around his ankle with the idea that it isn't going to break. A glace at some sort of reflective surface tells him that he is certainly ready to go. He gives his leg a tug and he glances back to see that his dinky little wagon moves properly. And he hurries to the wagon to press play on the radio that is apparently in it.
Yeah, he needs to do a better search for Sour Bill next time.
His theme song soon comes on and he is quick of stepping out into the middle of the station. Sugar. The licorice broke. He has to make sure to stand by his wagon, though, to distract the fact the radio is there and he has no lackey. His anxiousness has him bring a hand up to the front of his hair. Still in place. His song is still the truth.]
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[When the next song starts playing, for a moment the king seems a little surprised. But soon he chuckles softly once again, with a warm smile.]
Doeth your mother ever sing you that lullaby?
[Because it just so happens to be the one he sings to Vanellope whenever she goes to sleep... and the same one his mom used to sing to him.
He wouldn't be surprised if it was common among the parents of the other young racers as well.]
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No, she doesn't.
[He isn't a baby so, yeah!]
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Perhaps you should ask her to thometime. The best racers always get a good night's thleep, you know.