Feb 25, 2007 09:55
You'd think that one of the perks of being a were-whatever is that you'd be spared the annual flu-battle. Sadly for Njoki and conveniently for her mun that doesn't seem to be the case.
Since Dexter had promised to bring over soup, Njoki had reasoned that it was a good time to get up, clean up her apartment and try to do something slightly more useful than curl up and read.
private,
scene