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[little_low]

She enters shyly, eyes tired and childlike, too skinny by far, hair mussed, clothing surprisingly exotic-- the only thing that looks "on" about her. She regards her surroundings curiously.

I am Uriel.

She hesitates.

I do not want to talk to any of you.

Typist: More angelspawn-- Meph/Gabsspawn, specifically-- and this one's Fallen and

Comments

[divine__demon]

*has been avoiding people recently, but gives a faint frown and tilts her head curiously at her*

[little_low]

What?

[divine__demon]

*keeps quiet a few more seconds, then nods slightly* Hi.

[little_low]

No, what?

[divine__demon]

Nothing. You look familiar.

[little_low]

I look like everyone else.

[divine__demon]

No, you don't.

[little_low]

Close enough.

[divine__demon]

I wouldn't know. I haven't met many people.

[little_low]

Good. Meeting people is tedious.

[divine__demon]

Wouldn't say that. Who are you?

[little_low]

Uriel.

[divine__demon]

I didn't ask your name.

[little_low]

Then you don't need to know.

[divine__demon]

Doesn't mean I wouldn't like to.

[little_low]

You know enough.