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bodilesswarrior) wrote2013-10-09 04:28 pm
bodilesswarrior) wrote2013-10-09 04:28 pm
15 - Video
[Look who's awake!
Barbara looks rumpled and worn, hair mussed and skin pale. There's a stylised owl on her forehead, wings curving down her cheeks, stopping at the edges of her smile.
Iris is there with her, bedraggled and beaming. Between them, Jonesy hops and mews, clamouring for attention.]
Hey, Barge. [She sounds a bit exasperated, but she woke up with Iris in her arms and purring in her ears; she's incapable, right now, of being overly irritated.]
Fill me in on the past few weeks, would you? [Not that she won't be going through the network with a fine-tooth comb, of course, but individual perspectives are always valuable.]
Barbara looks rumpled and worn, hair mussed and skin pale. There's a stylised owl on her forehead, wings curving down her cheeks, stopping at the edges of her smile.
Iris is there with her, bedraggled and beaming. Between them, Jonesy hops and mews, clamouring for attention.]
Hey, Barge. [She sounds a bit exasperated, but she woke up with Iris in her arms and purring in her ears; she's incapable, right now, of being overly irritated.]
Fill me in on the past few weeks, would you? [Not that she won't be going through the network with a fine-tooth comb, of course, but individual perspectives are always valuable.]
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Tell me.
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Well. I suppose I can't throw stones. [Guilt complexes are part of Bathood, really.]
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I'm not exactly a champion hugger, but I get by.