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[cecaelian]

[Rosy]

Suffering a sudden pen shortage?

[Ferdie]

I have more news.

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Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

Oh god.

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

I'm wounded. Now you have to guess.

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

That flour the sophomores were flinging earlier this year was actually radioactive. They're growing extra limbs and everyone's dying.

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

Less students to prefect. Good news, right?

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

But more paperwork. Evens out.

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

Arguably only a temporary inconvenience. Not sure how I feel about those extra toes you're developing though.

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

I'll wear shoes.

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

All the time?

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

Yes. Constantly.

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

That sounds drastic. I could probably grow to love an extra toe or seven.

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

Or there's always amputation.

What's the real news?

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

Nothing more romantic than amputation.

The bar's been set so high, I'm not sure I can compete, but here goes. [...] My mother's a tad bit miffed, but I'm all yours for Spring Break.

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

[...] You didn't have to. I hope she's not too mad. You can go back for a little, right?

But I'm glad you're going to be here.

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

I wanted to. She'll be fine. Her letter was full of embarrassing implications really wasn't that bad. And I could. Or I could forget and we can just have a nice parent free break.

Given any thought to breaking out to go to Kenzie's party?

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

Well [...] thank you. I'll remind you to write her again.
I could go.

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

It's an entirely selfish decision, I assure you. I'll be sure to let her know that you're completely innocent here.

Oh good. I was thinking the crabbies would enjoy a new seagull pal.

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

As long as she doesn't hate me.
Not a real seagull I hope.

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

You could show up in a leather jacket with your motorcycle gang and I still don't think any mother could hate you. I hope that's not too disappointing.

But imitation seagulls feel so fake.

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

No, but I'm taking it as a challenge. Watch.

There isn't enough trash around here for a real one.

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

What are you thinking? Tattoos? Piercings?

Fine, no seagulls. We'll have to find something else to do while we're drinking on the beach together.

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

Yes.
We'll figure it out. Probably.

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

Don't forget to untuck your shirt.

[...] It can't come soon enough. I'm just [...] really looking forward to spending time with you. Without all the extra clutter [...] you know?

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

I know.
I am too.

Ferdie/Ursula

[cecaelian]

[.......] But until then, we're here. If you need to talk [...] or just a shoulder to lean on, we're in this together. It's just a few more months and then [...] somewhere together [...] I hope. I'm worried about you

Ferdie/Ursula

[ferdie]

[...] I know. And you too.
I haven't been focusing much on next year. I need to get through this year, first. But it'll [...] definitely be somewhere with you.