[008; on the asking for kitty chow - private video and spam for the halls]

[unweeping_willow]

Pivate to the admiral: [

Willow's a little fidgety about asking the admiral for anything; for the last month, she's been mostly feeding Madame Smudge little scraps from the meals - but the kitty is fast growing up, and it's not going to be enough.

So, with some trepidation, she uses her com to ask: I... need food; Just... for the kitten? Enough for every day.
 

Spam for the hallways, and whoever wants it:

[Willow's pretty much just wandering at this point, trying to calm her nerves over actually having asked for something; Madame Smudge - currently splayed held in her arms, head splayed across her breasts - certainly looks satisfied enough, though; and that's some small comfort.

Still, it's not quite enough - and she hopes a walk will calm her down.]

Comments

[hourglass_twin]

"Most everyone...but not you. You I see the hint of lines of your inner monster, over an unaging face. There is little change to see."

[unweeping_willow]

She touched at her face, surprised - uncertain what to make of it; nodding after a quiet moment. "How do you deal with it?

[hourglass_twin]

I simply tolerate it. What other choice do I have?

[unweeping_willow]

"Could go blind." It's said teasingly, but with a hint of hopelessness - she know what it's like to have no choice in some matters.

[hourglass_twin]

"That would be worse. Then I couldn't read."

And what could be worse than that? He could tolerate being disgusted by people, but not being unable to research anything.

[unweeping_willow]

"Don't read much anymore," Willow admitted. Not since becoming a vampire - when she had rejected... everything.

[hourglass_twin]

"I find reading and knowledge very important."

[unweeping_willow]

"Used to," she admitted. "Before... other stuff."

[hourglass_twin]

"Knowledge is power. I crave power."

[unweeping_willow]

"Wanted a quicker form of power than that..."