[She rolls so that she's resting on her side facing the table, cheek pillowed by her forearm. Compared to the room she abandoned for this, the decor could use some work, and it certainly is not the kind of place she would associate with Mordecai's living quarters. It needs more trophies of the deceased persuasion or other abnormal paraphernalia.
The impulse to be cruel, making up for her recent weakness, won't leave.]
"THEN YOU SHALL HAVE IT!"
Date: 2010-01-25 08:49 pm (UTC)The impulse to be cruel, making up for her recent weakness, won't leave.]
Bet you wish Redd let you have your bird.