[ They're almost cute, she thinks. They look so happy, so at peace within their adorable little space. They're so sweet, so unsuspecting. It's time to spice up their lives. At his cue, she nods, and the show begins. As Ren begins that sweet guitar solo, Ann twirls onto the scene, busting out her best dance moves. Which make no sense at all, given the music that's about to come out of both of their mouths, but she'd like to call it interpretive dance, really. ]
Mandrake's like a melody in my head~ [ Okay, so maybe they aren't singing the same lyrics. Maybe it's super... not cohesive and more than a little chaotic. But look at them go. Ren with his sick guitar noises and lyrics, Ann with her... what appears to be a take on some stupid American pop song and some made up dance moves. They're really lucky there's not cameras here...
At least they've captured their 'audience' with the spirit of their performance. Even if the looks on their little plant faces read a mixture of 'what the fuck' and absolute confusion. They aren't screaming yet, at least, but they aren't exactly shedding their leaves, either... ]
why would you apologize for artwork as fine as this
Mandrake's like a melody in my head~ [ Okay, so maybe they aren't singing the same lyrics. Maybe it's super... not cohesive and more than a little chaotic. But look at them go. Ren with his sick guitar noises and lyrics, Ann with her... what appears to be a take on some stupid American pop song and some made up dance moves. They're really lucky there's not cameras here...
At least they've captured their 'audience' with the spirit of their performance. Even if the looks on their little plant faces read a mixture of 'what the fuck' and absolute confusion. They aren't screaming yet, at least, but they aren't exactly shedding their leaves, either... ]