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At times, Phoebe hated being the middle child. With Kupo it wasn't so bad, because she adored her baby brother and loved to take care of him, and play with him and cuddle him. It was fun being the oldest too, because she got more responsibility, which was less fin than it sounded but still cool, 'cause J-Mama trusted her with more thing now. But then. . . she had come. The teenager from an orphanage who had been shoved onto them. Kendra didn't even want to be there, and Phoebe didn't want her there either. So even though J-mama wanted her to be nice to Kendra and welcome her to the family and blah-blah-blah, she'd taken one look at the scary fox girl and booked it out of there.

She'd been doing the same thing nearly every day since.

Absently, she rubbed at the medical patch that covered her right eye. It had been prescribed to her right after she'd visited the eye doctor, who hadn't had any idea what was going on or what to do, and was just guessing when he told her to keep it covered constantly, at least for a while. Phoebe hated it - it was hot and itchy and threw her balance off even more than it already was, and her graceful movements had left her, making her look like some kind of newborn animal all stumbling around and falling over herself.

But even that wasn't enough to keep her from escaping the house when Kendra came home. She'd been gone for about an hour now, and was looking at the buildings around her, since this wasn't an area she had been to before - she'd scraped together her allowance and had hopped a bus across town, may her J-Mama never find out! She walked down the street, before catching sight of a sign on a telephone pole. Her heart stopped in her throat. Dance lessons?!? Pulling out her pink sparkly notebook and pink puffy pen she kept with her at all times (just like the phone J-Mama had given her 'for emergencies only'), and wrote down the information, realizing that the address... it wasn't that far!

Squealing in delight over her find, the pink-haired child skipped down the street even as she fell over herself, excited to find a pace that might even offer dance lessons to someone like her. "This will be so much fun~!"

She never once thought to let J-Mama know where she was.

Phoebe held her breath as she entered the building that had been advertised in the flyer, more nervous now than she had been on the way here. What if they wouldn't take her? Finally, she could hold her breath no longer and let it out in a huff as she made her way up to the desk - and ooooh, the purple lady there had pretty wings! "Hi!" she chirped, fear dashed aside in favor of talking to the lady with the pretty wings. "I'm Phoebe! This is where the dance lessons are, right?" she asked, fidgeting fro foot to foot and catching her balance with her tail when she misjudged due to the patch over her eye.

"I can have dance lessons here, right? Most places dont' let me in 'cause of my toenails," the pink-haired spawn said, trying to keep the angry pout off of her face as she scuffed one logn toenail across the floor. "Oh! My name's Phoebe, so can I have lessons here? Can I can I caaaaaaaaaan I?"

"REALLY?!?" Phee shrieked in happiness, almost not hearing Miss Morgan's question through her excitement about actually getting to take dance lessons. She wasn't being kicked out! She was going to get to take them, and learn to really dance despite her big claws and - and oh this was just too amazing! She squealed to herself for almost a minute, and ran around the counter to tackle the older lady in a fierce hug, babbling "thank you" and "wow" and "oh my gosh" so many times that it would have made most people's heads hurt. At last, however, she calmed down enough to step back, dust her skirt off, and nod.

"Uh-huh. J-Mama got me from there when I was really little. I just took a class there~! I learned how to make pretty necklaces and braceletswith beads!"

Phoebe giggled and nodded, hugging Ebby again. "Yup, my Daddy's Pride, but I've never met him... what's he like?" she asked, stepping away and doing a twirl on the floor, her tail managing to keep her balanced despite the patch covering her right eye. "My genetic-Mama's kindness, Miss Ebby! So you're from the labs too?" The questions were just flowing from the pinkette like water. She had never met a grown-up from the labs before, it was so interesting!

Phoebe gasped and took a step back from Ebby for a moment, tilting her head and looking her up and down. Her tail swished softly behind her as she stared at the purple-skinned lady - and then she stepped forward, hugging Ebby tightly once again. "A real sister! A real big sister, not like mean old Kendra! Yay!" she chirped, peeking up at Ebby from her hugging position, then breaking away to do some more enthusiastic twirling.

"We can do all kinds of sister-y things like shopping and talking and visiting and going places and doing stuff and oooooooh a REALLY REAL SISTER, this is so awesome!" Pausing in midtwirl, she skipped back to Ebby and tilted her head. I really want to but I'm scared I won't get to because I tried to go meet my Kindness-Mama and couldn't!"

Phoebe smiled and did another little twirl, though her eyepatch threw her balance off and she would have fallen if not for her tail. "Ebby-sister, maybe you could take me to meet him sometime? He might... might like me more... or be more willing to talk to me if you come too," she said, almost thoughtfully. "But- oh yeah, I was here to talk 'bout dance lessons! Do you think I could do them? How much would they be? Do you need to meet J-Mama first?"