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Less talk, more action! Let's do this Ribbon Pair thing.
Paris, France. 1972.
[ The Orly Airport is so immense compared to her own Seychelles International Airport that Seychelles almost stumbles backwards as she attempts to take in her new surroundings. The Indian Ocean archipelago can only imagine how vast the city itself will be if the airport alone was this massive.
Her lips curl into the broadest grin she can muster at the thought. To think that she can at last determine for herself whether the stories France always told her about his capital were true! Granted, Seychelles wants to believe his tales -- but she also knows that France tends to exaggerate on a regular basis, especially when it comes to anything pertaining to himself.
Speaking of France -- ]
Where exactly is beardface, anyway?
[ Seychelles frowns as she surveys the sea of people for any familiar faces. ]
Ugh, it's impossible to find anybody in a place like this. Maybe I should have made one of those signs after all … but I would hate to draw attention to myself like that, too. Oh, well. That guy should be able to recognize me either way, right? Then again, I've grown lots since he last saw me.
[ She heaves a heavy sigh and takes a seat in the nearest chair, wondering what she ought to do next. ]
[ The Orly Airport is so immense compared to her own Seychelles International Airport that Seychelles almost stumbles backwards as she attempts to take in her new surroundings. The Indian Ocean archipelago can only imagine how vast the city itself will be if the airport alone was this massive.
Her lips curl into the broadest grin she can muster at the thought. To think that she can at last determine for herself whether the stories France always told her about his capital were true! Granted, Seychelles wants to believe his tales -- but she also knows that France tends to exaggerate on a regular basis, especially when it comes to anything pertaining to himself.
Speaking of France -- ]
Where exactly is beardface, anyway?
[ Seychelles frowns as she surveys the sea of people for any familiar faces. ]
Ugh, it's impossible to find anybody in a place like this. Maybe I should have made one of those signs after all … but I would hate to draw attention to myself like that, too. Oh, well. That guy should be able to recognize me either way, right? Then again, I've grown lots since he last saw me.
[ She heaves a heavy sigh and takes a seat in the nearest chair, wondering what she ought to do next. ]