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's grumbling and feeling very conflicted. Didn't she just say no visits? But then... that was only directed to the person who constantly visited her. And that person comes through the windows because he doesn't have the decency to knock. So ignoring this person, tempting as it is...

She opens the door and tilts her head curiously. She'll pretend to be polite for now even if in her mind, she's just thinking 'What'.]

:DDDDD

[whiterequiem.livejournal.com]

Mr.Grim Reaper here...Pizza Delivery!

[AND HE GIVES YOU THE BIGGEST SMILE HE COULD PLASTER ON HIS FACE. Well it's fake obviously but still, what the hell.]

[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:

]

[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.

]

[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.

]