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[As far as she's concerned the voices have fallen into a dull roar in the back of her mind. All of the whispering, threats, and requests blur together into white noise. All of them except for one particular voice. That voice stood out from everyone's. There's no hiding from it so Claudia makes her way back to the source. The voice and the pumpkin it belongs to would be familiar to many people at the keep.
Claudia crouches down in front of a pumpkin that looks exactly like Bobby Drake.]
"Jinksie?" [She barely manages to choke out the name.] "I've missed you." [She gives the pumpkin a weak smile. The fact that it's a pumpkin she's talking to and not her friend doesn't seem to register to her right now.
When he whispers back his voice is missing its normal cheerful tone. In its place is a hateful tone she's not familiar with. He accuses her of replacing him.
It isn't hard to figure out who he means, but she flinches anyway.] "I thought he was you."
[The whisper turns more bitter. It says she never knew him at all. If she cared about him at all she should have known that wasn't him. She can't really argue with him. If she was a good friend she would have known. She should have known. She rests her hands on either side of the pumpkin, and drops her head to rest on the base, as the pumpkin continues whispering her failings at being a friend.
Feel free to have anyone stumble across Claudia sorta cuddling a pumpkin with remarkable resemblance to Bobby.
Claudia crouches down in front of a pumpkin that looks exactly like Bobby Drake.]
"Jinksie?" [She barely manages to choke out the name.] "I've missed you." [She gives the pumpkin a weak smile. The fact that it's a pumpkin she's talking to and not her friend doesn't seem to register to her right now.
When he whispers back his voice is missing its normal cheerful tone. In its place is a hateful tone she's not familiar with. He accuses her of replacing him.
It isn't hard to figure out who he means, but she flinches anyway.] "I thought he was you."
[The whisper turns more bitter. It says she never knew him at all. If she cared about him at all she should have known that wasn't him. She can't really argue with him. If she was a good friend she would have known. She should have known. She rests her hands on either side of the pumpkin, and drops her head to rest on the base, as the pumpkin continues whispering her failings at being a friend.
Feel free to have anyone stumble across Claudia sorta cuddling a pumpkin with remarkable resemblance to Bobby.