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Pie！

Once the music starts, Bagpipe tugs a dumbstruck Horn to come along. Bagpipe's kilt is long and flowing and gorgeous as she spins, aglow like a daffodil, like the paraffin lamp by your bedside. It makes Horn conscious of how she's not in uniform either. Her white pencil skirt was rummaged out of her old wardrobe from her academy days. Still fits, but she feels so strange in it. Like two empty hands missing their sword and shield. "Leader, move your body a bit! No one's goin' tae laugh at ye." Bagpipe thinks she's embarrassed. "Look, just follow ma rhythm now, it isnae hard at all!" What rhythm? Horn can't help but crack up at that. If skipping to the beat were a class, Fiona Young'd be losing every last mark.

An adaptation of a scene from Horn's Module Y story, where she and Bagpipe hit the pub and get on the pish after the conclusion of the Londinium War. I already shipped Hornpipe before that module came along, and its story only solidified my position on it.

I decided to work on the image of the Operetta a little.