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Characters: Batou [electronichound], Celeste [thiefshonor
Location: The Snowing Room
Date: present
Rating: PG/PG-13 for emo backstory and Celeste's dirty mouth.
Celeste was waiting invisible at the stairs for Batou, sitting on the lowest step. Feet flat on the ground a step below, she was hunched over, and had her face wrapped in her frayed scarf and pressed against her knob knees.
It had been a weird day. Between scrounging through other peoples' belongings, talking to a fellow criminal (it always made her feel bitter), and reading that creepy poem, she had a strange, heavy feeling deep inside her mostly hollow rib cage. It made her feel grumpy and violent. It was an unhappy feeling.
Maybe, though, Batou could help her feel better. For some reason, she had a little bit of confidence in that.
Location: The Snowing Room
Date: present
Rating: PG/PG-13 for emo backstory and Celeste's dirty mouth.
Celeste was waiting invisible at the stairs for Batou, sitting on the lowest step. Feet flat on the ground a step below, she was hunched over, and had her face wrapped in her frayed scarf and pressed against her knob knees.
It had been a weird day. Between scrounging through other peoples' belongings, talking to a fellow criminal (it always made her feel bitter), and reading that creepy poem, she had a strange, heavy feeling deep inside her mostly hollow rib cage. It made her feel grumpy and violent. It was an unhappy feeling.
Maybe, though, Batou could help her feel better. For some reason, she had a little bit of confidence in that.