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There's a Moon on the sofa.
She's sprawled out, her skirt modestly covering her legs, though her feet peek out from under it. Her eyes watch the bar, hyper-aware and following the movements of everyone who passes her.
It's rather close to the full moon, and Moon's tipping down that road of feral madness. She's not quite there yet, but she's well on her way.
She's sprawled out, her skirt modestly covering her legs, though her feet peek out from under it. Her eyes watch the bar, hyper-aware and following the movements of everyone who passes her.
It's rather close to the full moon, and Moon's tipping down that road of feral madness. She's not quite there yet, but she's well on her way.