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Marasiah Fel ([personal profile] notconflicted) wrote2012-09-13 06:25 am

Room 327- Thursday morning

Just like any other day, you could find Sia sitting on her bed, checking her messages and trying not to be really irritated that she still hadn't heard anything back from home.

Unlike every other day, there was a puppy who really, really wanted to show his appreciation for her releasing him from that ball, by the way he kept jumping into her lap and trying to get high enough to lick her face. It'd be really annoying except that the tiny little yips and all the tail-wagging was pretty cute.

Okay, fine, the messages might have to wait just because the puppy wouldn't let it be any other way.


[Door and post open, some SP for work!]

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're a space kid, too?" Olive asked, staring at her. "I don't think I knew that, but okay, time and a place -- so what are you doing here?"

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"What kind of near-incident?" Olive asked, just going ahead and inviting herself over to take a seat on Sia's bed. There was a puppy falling asleep on her. It was allowed. "Violent? Backtalky?"

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"So you're like a...fugitive?" Olive's flare for the dramatic was acting up again, but at least this time she wasn't exactly wrong. "Oh, man, are you like a thousand percent sure you're safe here?"

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-14 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Olive was quiet for a moment. Then, "You should keep your puppy. It sounds like you need it."