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Xi-Wang Cheng tended to take Music Time with the tiny tots of the Daycare Center; this appeared to be because he could strum a guitar and also because he had the magical power to make himself temporarily deaf. It seemed so, anyway. He alone held the key of the Cupboard of Despair, which contained three thousand slightly cracked instruments (skritchers that didn't really skritch, gently rusting jingle bells, warping drums, plastic castanets) which most of the children lusted after with greed in their hearts due to the sheer amount of noise that could be made with them. Only every so often did Xi go and take down that Hallowed Box after songtime, and because songtime was a good time to poke other kids in the eye and bellow the words to "The Wheels On The Bus" music time in general was appreciated.

Currently, the only thing out that gave any indication Music Time was about to be had was the very worn marimba that hardly differentiated between tones any more. That had been left out because you couldn't make that much noise with it and because it was dying, gently, waiting for the toddlers to send it to the Final Death where good marimbas went. Xi had also left his guitar-case out by the Big Chair, having gone off to rescue a crying child from the sandpit.

Harper found it odd that ever since his last visit to this daycare liberty place, his guardian's seemed considerably happier. He was no longer hearing daily arguments about who got off work when and who would be over their drunken stoop by what time, because now there was a much more reoccurring theme: daycare!

Regardless, the boy's sleep schedule had been flipped upside down from the 2 am lunchtime he had before. Despite wanting to play with all the other children he had been a step away from sleeping sitting up and eyes open for the past batch of minutes, and only now was he starting to come off the worse end of it.

He gave a yawn, lifting his arms over his head he weakly surveyed the room. A little crack of a grin spread over his face, slowly etching it's way through his lips like water dripping down a wall; he noticed the commotion and in an attempt to hasten his wakening he shook his head and came to his feet.

Playtime? Yesss playtime! And that scary girl had the play thing. Well, time to go try and take it, "Yours?"

Harper considered his position for a moment. He examined the child, most notably her lack of legs... well, normal legs. Advantage for sure, well, he thought.

"My turn," he began, with an authoritative nod, "give me!" He held out his hand and approached the other child boldly.

Besides, she seriously stunk at playing the stupid thing, ugh!

Harper gasped when he was insulted, mouth dropping open. "I NO STUPID!" he protested. His temper got the best of him, enough asking nicely, he was just gonna take the stupid thing now!

He reached for the swinging marimba, with a scowl on his own face aswell, "You stupid one," he added.

Harper squeaked as the Marimba was almost relinquished. It slipped out of his hands nearly when she had tugged, so frantically he scooted forward to regain standing as the tug-of-war ensued.

"YOU STUPIDER!" He yelled, blowing a raspberry at Jacoba in an attempt to fling spit in her eyes and distract her. He tugged as hard as he could while trying to push away from Jacoba using his feet, "MINE! YOU SHARE, NOW!"

Harper was growling now, first time he had ever done that. Glaring as darkly as an adorable baby-cockatoo-face could go, he shook his head, "NO Y-" he paused suddenly with her final insult, his jaw dropping open again. His face went bright red, and in his hesitation to think of a respectable come back he simply let go of the Marimba.

"NOOOOO! MINE!! YOU STUPID POOP HEAD UGLY FACE!"

Irelia was hiding behind a bench outside, having run away after burying on of the other children in the sand pit. She had just found out about egyptian mummies and why they make them, and she was fascinated; she also thought it would be awesome to mummify someone herself.

Irelia was watching out for the weird man, sticking her head out from under the bench to glance quickly around, looking like some odd rectangular turtle. There was an odd sound reaching her ears, and they twitched as she listened to the growing crescendo of shrieking.

Smiling, Irelia tumbled out from under the bench, and toddled in to the classroom.

"Fun!"

She screamed, and ran over to Stinky and Stupid (and she wasn't about to tell you who was who), her eyes drawn to the weird instrument. It wasn't very interesting, and both of them seemed determined to eat the other, no matter the outcome, that Irelia decided on another tactic. Well, what a toddler would consider a "tactic".

"MINE IS BETTER, LOSERS."

Irelia had been watching a lot of TV lately, and had picked up a lot of slang. And a lot of naughty words that Asher had to make her swear not to say. Unless a werewolf was trying to eat her, and then it was ok.

Irelia was sitting on the weird man's guitar case, and was working the clasps free.

It was all too much. The new girl had claimed the Forbidden Guitar, Harper had called her a bunch of words she didn't understand, and the balance was not falling in her favour. Jacoba tackled Harper wholesale, trying to aim the tussling limbs and shrill name-calling over at Irelia so that they could interrupt her trying to be awesomer, and she scrabbled at Harper. "DOG POOP," she shouted furiously. "MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!"