"Indeed. We're going to have to get in there at some point, they'll need food. And litter." Sighing, I brush a strand of hair from my face as I balance on one foot to examine the other. The gash from the broken pottery has almost completely healed and the cuts from Eve are nothing but a sore memory. Honestly, Father, these kinds of things are quite... annoying.
"I take it New Year's didn't pass quietly, then? And this is what we're stuck with?"
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Date: 2016-03-07 06:06 am (UTC)"I take it New Year's didn't pass quietly, then? And this is what we're stuck with?"