Practice makes perfect (open to Xavier's)

[catlikereflexes]

Frankie was in the gym, practicing on the balance beam. After a long day of doing homework, she found that turning on some music and doing some gymnastics was a nice way to cap off the day. That, and it meant that she could put off that pesky little history essay for another hour or two.

Frankie flipped off the beam, landing perfectly on her feet. She struck a pose, taking a bow for an imaginary audience.

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[fourshelled]

A six-foot tall bipedal turtle walked into the gym in the middle of the routine. He tilted his head to watch the young lady do various acrobatics on an apparatus he would fall off himself. When she dismounted impressively and bowed toward possible invisible people, D'Artagnan clapped loudly.

"God's Teeth! What skill, young maiden!"