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[No one should be surprised to see Willow sulking in her room - though perhaps the flash of pink kitty nose might take some aback. It presses against the screen, as Madame Smudge noses the comm. Her paw bats out against it, angling the camera towards her mistress's face.
Willow hasn't seen it yet. She would have wiped the tears away, otherwise. Maybe pasted on a smirk. Instead she's curled up in a ball, head pressing between her thighs. She shudders every few moments, for several minutes, before finally catching sight of the communicator.
Her face transforms instantly. She lunges at it in anger, her cat dodging out of her way. She tosses the communicator away from her. Though it doesn't go black, all that will be visible is her ceiling.]
Willow hasn't seen it yet. She would have wiped the tears away, otherwise. Maybe pasted on a smirk. Instead she's curled up in a ball, head pressing between her thighs. She shudders every few moments, for several minutes, before finally catching sight of the communicator.
Her face transforms instantly. She lunges at it in anger, her cat dodging out of her way. She tosses the communicator away from her. Though it doesn't go black, all that will be visible is her ceiling.]
Re: [Spam]
Date: 2013-01-04 10:32 am (UTC)From:"And if you do you do. I'm not as breakable as I look."
Re: [Spam]
Date: 2013-01-06 11:43 pm (UTC)From:It felt like whining.
But she didn't feel like trying anymore.
[Spam]
Date: 2013-01-07 12:23 am (UTC)From:It did hurt a bit to see the poor woman in such pain, vampire or not none deserved that. "Do you want to talk about it?"
[Spam]
Date: 2013-01-09 09:17 am (UTC)From: