change your mind / human disneyland au

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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"Of course we're gonna see the talking mouse guy," Feza said as she sat up from her face-plant onto the pavement. A long trip had ruined her sense of balance, or so she would say. After being cramped up for so long, she couldn't help but be even more confused as to why no one else was absolutely bouncing off the walls. She placed her hands on her knees and stood back up, bouncing upright fully when her weight was moved back to her boots. Out of them all, Feza was downright a menace in the game of punchbug- especially when her concept of what a punchbug was happened to be 'any car that is smaller that a van'. She squealed as she tapped: thankfully not one to actually punch in the game of punchbug. "If we're doing everything then we better see talking mouse guy. If we don't, then, then, uh, er, yes!" She sputtered and chopped off whatever else she had been about to say. She twirled a loose strand of hair, her fingernails that were covered in glitter glue and self-made acrylics clicking together as she did so.

She wondered if they had an arts and crafts center for her to use. She would love to make her own souvenirs while they were here. Did that fit in the itinerary? Likely not. Did Feza care? Equally so. She was bouncing about, working off the energy that had been built up by sitting in a car for hours upon hours. "Yea, we need to get going, if we're gonna do everything!" She shouted. A clap of her hands followed, spinning on her feet, and then electing to rapidly point at where she thought the entrance of the mythical park was. "We gotta get going if we're gonna do everything and we've gotta do everything so let's go! It's a parabola, let's go!"

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY