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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] So, while dreamie's first power week of High School was now over, she could finally get down to business with Em. Which was to say, she was going to try and step it up in her activity.


    Emma was trying to look out for Blacky, which meant she had to totally invade her sister's personal life. It wasn't like she loved it (because she really didn't), she just didn't want to see her sister's heart broken. Emma had known that moonstruck look on Blackpup's face the moment she saw it -- it wasn't that hard to decipher.


    Anyway, while that was one of the many thoughts running askew in her ADHD brain, the child was much, much more intrigued by the idea that they could both sing, and Blacky could play guitar. They could like, become a duet, and preform covers for songs. Maybe Emma could learn ukelele.


    The young girl jogged around the block, looking for her sister.


    (this is human au hAHA)



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    Blackie was standing nearby, and soon enough, the dark brunette heard footsteps. Instinctively, she whipped around, ready to punch whoever was there, but it was only Emma. She sighed slightly, but offered a small smile towards her sister. "Emma." She greeted with a nod.[/justify]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] Emma couldn't understand her sister's bipolar tendencies. I mean, sure, Emma was vaguely bipolar herself -- laughing one minute and ready to slap someone the next -- but Blacky's emotions had such a wide range, predicting them was like predicting the fucking weather. You might get it right, but most of the time, you were just basing guesses off useless shit and waving your hand at a green-screen.


    Needless to say, Emma was practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. "Okay, so, remember that day when you were singing that song by...uh, whoever-it-was-because-I-forgot-the-name, and we were both singing, and then I said how it would be really cool if we did a duet, or something? Well, what if we did? We could do the covers of songs, and go around the clans doing performances and other cool shit." The way she talked was in rapid, spit-fire points that made it hard to understand what the hell she was actually saying. But when Emma got talking, there was no shutting her up.



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    [justify]Blackie listened to her sister's words, her sky blue eyes trailing along her surroundings- she was avoiding looking straight at Emma, for reasons unknown. For a few moments after Emma was finished speaking, Blackie was quiet, shuffling her leg in the dirt beneath her. "You want.. To start a duet. With me. Really?" She seemed to not really believe that this could be true. While she knew they were both great singers, and she could play the guitar, her insecurities seemed to get the better of her anyways.


    Blackie took a few minutes to process the information and the question, along with look at her ADHD-ridden sister's movements, to make sure she wasn't lying. "Yeah, sure. I'd be cool with that. What will we call ourselves, though?" She answered, before asking another question anyways.[/justify]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] Emma suddenly frowned. Blacky wouldn't look at her.


    Why?


    She always told her sister everything, even if she hated doing it. Especially if she hated doing it. And it weighed on her that Blacky didn't return that trust. Setting her hands on her hips, she shifted her weight to one side, ready to ask what the hell was going on with her.


    Only, she didn't have time. Her frown suddenly switched to a slightly put-out pout. "Um, yeah, really. With you. You sing and play guitar, right?" Emma tried to put a sarcastic and snappy edge on her voice, but couldn't bring herself to do it when her sister looked so nervous.


    When she finally accepted Emma's idea, the demigoddess smiled. "Great! So, maybe we can call ourselves something like the 'Up All Nighters' or 'Burning Passion.' Something deep. A metaphor, maybe. I'm great with metaphors. Or something really simple and corny, like 'the Frozen sisters.' Everybody wants something cute from two eight-year-olds, right?" She counted the names off on her fingers.



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    [justify]Blackpup gave a small shrug, her sky blue eyes still trained on her sister. She could feel the waves of confusion pulsing off of her, the feeling of wanting to reach out and ask her why she didn't trust her. The thing was, Blackie didn't actually trust a lot of people, so to her it wasn't that different from the way she acted around anyone else. "Yeah, but I'm not that good," She commented, although she knew she was good- she kind of wanted to hear other people say it.


    "All of those sound good, actually. I don't really know what to name it, I'm not as creative as you if I'm being honest." She replied, shuffling her forepaws in the dirt underneath her uncomfortably.[/justify]

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