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seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2018-05-25 09:03 am
seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2018-05-25 09:03 am
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Room 210- Friday morning
Sabine really didn't mind if she made people nervous. The way she figured, her people had earned that reputation, and that was passed down to her along with her armor. There hadn't been many situations where it'd been a downside.
But she'd never had someone admit she worried them and tell her why before. He hadn't had anything to worry about with her for several reasons, but he hadn't known that. She couldn't exactly explain the reason she was still thinking about it, except that maybe she wasn't used to people giving her that kind of chance anymore.
Would she say any of that out loud? Of course not.
Instead, she was drawing on the walls of her room, testing out some paint markers she got. This week had given her inspiration material, so colorful, cartoonish gremlins and dinosaurs were making their appearances against the gray wall. It worked fine, but maybe wasn't as satisfying as her usual stuff.
[Door and post open!]
But she'd never had someone admit she worried them and tell her why before. He hadn't had anything to worry about with her for several reasons, but he hadn't known that. She couldn't exactly explain the reason she was still thinking about it, except that maybe she wasn't used to people giving her that kind of chance anymore.
Would she say any of that out loud? Of course not.
Instead, she was drawing on the walls of her room, testing out some paint markers she got. This week had given her inspiration material, so colorful, cartoonish gremlins and dinosaurs were making their appearances against the gray wall. It worked fine, but maybe wasn't as satisfying as her usual stuff.
[Door and post open!]