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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

[veryafinwe]

*is just bouncing along, teh puppy at his side, and will stop to tilt his head to one side* 'f you don't want to, then why are you? *is just genuinely curious*

[little_low]

So you won't.

[veryafinwe]

Oh. Kay. *produces a lollipop from somewhere in his pockets* Want a lollipop?

[little_low]

No.

[veryafinwe]

*rummages through the pocket* Chocolate? Toffee? Honey stick?

[little_low]

Angeldust?

[veryafinwe]

You'll have to see one of my headmaes about that. ...What's that?

[little_low]

A drug.

[veryafinwe]

I don't have any of those. Sorry.

[little_low]

Why not?