Aravis had not really had the best weekend, what with the pink and the puppy and the phone call on Friday, even if there had been cake yesterday to make it better.

For now, though, she was dozing in her bed, curled up next to a certain puppy.

[locked to socksofcool and yay slowplay!]

Aravis was a little bit horrified by her phone, as she had been receiving odd messages all day.

First there was Naminé, which she had replied to after some confusion.

Then there was a man who she know, but she called him back, too.

And then there was what she had thought sounded like the tall boy from the library, but it was a very confusing ( Read more... )