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[theonewoman]

[ She's glad the Mist is pretty much gone, but wasn't it the world's biggest chore to get out of the bunkers without a second question asked.
Hermit!Meg is back in business, only this time, with less of a bruise on her neck, and more on her face. She'd been lucky enough to keep it from the shorty that was her roommate, by sleeping with the blankets

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[oftheblacksand]

[When Mozenrath wasn't in his laboratory, he was in the library. Of course he was hardly going to go into the preschooler's area, but the thing about Meg is that she reeked of death. Xerxes immediately started sniffing when she stepped through the door, and Mozenrath's eyebrow quirked up as he watched her.

Someone was feeling anti-social. His first urge was to get away from her, then her second urge was to kill her, and his third urge was to just pretend like she had no effect on him what-so-ever.

A moment later he was on the other side of the bean-bag chair. He was reclined back, the back of his head a few inches from his shoulder but otherwise they weren't touching. One foot was on the solid ground, while the other was set on his knee.]

If I didn't know any better I'd say you were avoiding me.

[theonewoman]

[ She wasn't at all surprised, the picture book of places around the world she'd been flipping through---well. Explained a lot. The thin book popped shut, signaling he had her full attention. ]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say nothing gets past you. You get three guesses as to why and the first two don't count.

[oftheblacksand]

[His mocking face fell to a scowl at that.]

I haven't done anything. To you anyway. Recently.

[Unless she was mad about the way he held her the other night. Already his heart was beginning to burn with betrayal. Destane was right, wasn't he--]

[theonewoman]

Then you don't remember?

[ Is that a little bit of hope in her voice? Probably. She feels like an idiot for asking, but she has to know. ]