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Where has Kyra been the past few days?
In her new room, is where.
Don't laugh-- have you seen these rooms? With big windows that look out back and real beds with real sheets and real mattresses-- Kyra could spend the next whole year just lying on that mattress. Not that she'd want to; she imagines after the first week she might start to get bored.
It was a little weird, she'll admit, finding out that Valerie was right, and they do have clothes in the rooms. Clothes that fit, even. But she's very grateful to be able to get out of the Necro crap, so now she's wearing something closer to what she used to wear in prison: long-sleeved gray shirt, khaki pants with pockets. Many, many places to hide a blade.
Currently Kyra is sprawled out on a couch, eating lamb stew with her fingers. A waitrat stops and watches her for a moment, as if it is considering approaching her with a utensil.
Kyra's eyebrows arch, slowly. "What are you lookin' at?"
The rat scurries away.
In her new room, is where.
Don't laugh-- have you seen these rooms? With big windows that look out back and real beds with real sheets and real mattresses-- Kyra could spend the next whole year just lying on that mattress. Not that she'd want to; she imagines after the first week she might start to get bored.
It was a little weird, she'll admit, finding out that Valerie was right, and they do have clothes in the rooms. Clothes that fit, even. But she's very grateful to be able to get out of the Necro crap, so now she's wearing something closer to what she used to wear in prison: long-sleeved gray shirt, khaki pants with pockets. Many, many places to hide a blade.
Currently Kyra is sprawled out on a couch, eating lamb stew with her fingers. A waitrat stops and watches her for a moment, as if it is considering approaching her with a utensil.
Kyra's eyebrows arch, slowly. "What are you lookin' at?"
The rat scurries away.