text ● sixth reflection

[straying]

Can't say I'm enjoying this week.

No visiting this week, 'kay? Especially no surprise visits.

You know who you are. Not even milk will keep me from slamming the door in your face or the window on your fingers.

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[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[..... she shrugs. And you know what, Ragna? She's still not talking so. CELTY-STYLE COMMUNICATION--

Some tapping on her SFC and then this message is on the screen for you:

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[whiterequiem.livejournal.com]

[He merely raises a brow at that and eye rolls. Not at her but at the stupid curse. He takes a moment to text back to her- Not quiet. Things got a little complicated. I'm sorry about before, OK? ]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[.... goddamn confrontation. DID NOT EXPECT THIS. She was hoping he would just leave her alone. The surprise is clear on her face and she opens her mouth to talk-- but then realizes this would be a perfect chance for this curse to turn the talk into a soap opera. And just. No.

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[whiterequiem.livejournal.com]

[He lets out a sigh. Er..No. For some odd reason my little brother is here. If I were you, I'd be careful around him. ]

ONE DAY I WON'T FAIL AT HTML

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[And then she laughs. Oh, she remembers him.

]