Closed RP: Nny and Devi
It had been a few weeks since Devi was unpopcorned, but her memory still wasn't returning. From what Nny said, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was certainly frustrating, as its gaps left her with several questions she had no idea how to ask.
She was currently curled up in a chair in the STFU suite, a Devinisian devil--hers, she presumed--in her lap. She couldn't escape the thought that something was hanging over her head, some huge killing weight poised to crash down at the slightest trigger, but even that was second to...other musings. She had a fairly major question in mind, and it was a question she knew she could never give voice to.
"Fuck," she swore, petting the furry little critter, which barked. "Does it ever get any less complicated?"
Edit: Now with smut-warning action!
She was currently curled up in a chair in the STFU suite, a Devinisian devil--hers, she presumed--in her lap. She couldn't escape the thought that something was hanging over her head, some huge killing weight poised to crash down at the slightest trigger, but even that was second to...other musings. She had a fairly major question in mind, and it was a question she knew she could never give voice to.
"Fuck," she swore, petting the furry little critter, which barked. "Does it ever get any less complicated?"
Edit: Now with smut-warning action!