Eighth Strike - [Voice]
[It's been a while since Presea had been seen or heard. She's kept mostly to herself, as per usual, and doesn't seem too badly off since the last experiment. In fact, she may have even enjoyed it. As much as someone without emotions could. She'll be addressing her journal lazily, calling out to her furry ex-boyfriend.]
Doggy? ...Welcome here. Treats.
[What she means is, you're always welcome at her and Kratos' house whether he likes it or not, Repede, and you'll even get some snacks, too, if you ever do visit. Once that's over with, she addresses the second matter of business: checking on Polka, who may or may not still be in the clinic after she fainted in Presea's company, and was taken by the girl and some others to get medical attention. Her voice is cool and slow as she asks, without a hint of real concern. But just the fact that she is asking shows she does care, if only by a little.]
Polka...are you well? Clinic, or? ...
[Finally, Presea moves away from her journal, leaving it open and going back to what she was doing before, cleaning the kitchen. The sound of running water and the soft tinkle of dishes being moved around is recorded over the journal, but Presea doesn't care. She's much too preoccupied with all the voice she can hear over the journal. The little pigtailed girl hasn't been around long enough to see and hear a New Feather cycle yet, and there's a definite edge in her voice as she mutters a single word, which the book catches very easily.]
Noisy.
[OOC: This is a placeholder until tomorrow after classes. |D I am ridiculously tired and off and on working on a project - no, it's not due tomorrow, just wanna get some of it done - so yeah. No replies right away, sorry.]
Doggy? ...Welcome here. Treats.
[What she means is, you're always welcome at her and Kratos' house whether he likes it or not, Repede, and you'll even get some snacks, too, if you ever do visit. Once that's over with, she addresses the second matter of business: checking on Polka, who may or may not still be in the clinic after she fainted in Presea's company, and was taken by the girl and some others to get medical attention. Her voice is cool and slow as she asks, without a hint of real concern. But just the fact that she is asking shows she does care, if only by a little.]
Polka...are you well? Clinic, or? ...
[Finally, Presea moves away from her journal, leaving it open and going back to what she was doing before, cleaning the kitchen. The sound of running water and the soft tinkle of dishes being moved around is recorded over the journal, but Presea doesn't care. She's much too preoccupied with all the voice she can hear over the journal. The little pigtailed girl hasn't been around long enough to see and hear a New Feather cycle yet, and there's a definite edge in her voice as she mutters a single word, which the book catches very easily.]
Noisy.
[OOC: This is a placeholder until tomorrow after classes. |D I am ridiculously tired and off and on working on a project - no, it's not due tomorrow, just wanna get some of it done - so yeah. No replies right away, sorry.]