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[Delirium is in your game room. Oddly enough, she's not making a lot of noise or rainbowing about. She's not babbling nonsense, or grinning like a lunatic. She's not even, and this is a truly odd part, constantly shifting appearance in front of you.
Delirium, in all of her silent and unfocused glory, is just watching you. But how do you know its really you she's watching? She looks through you, eyes focusing on a distance that isn't quite the wall and manages to somehow just pass your eyes.
Settled into a small alcove, her knees are tucked up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. There's muffled mewing from the lap her body is curling around, and her kitten crawls up and pokes his head over one arm to give a much more direct look at the room.]
((ooc: No, this is not a loss. Del just got too formulaic ♥))
Delirium, in all of her silent and unfocused glory, is just watching you. But how do you know its really you she's watching? She looks through you, eyes focusing on a distance that isn't quite the wall and manages to somehow just pass your eyes.
Settled into a small alcove, her knees are tucked up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. There's muffled mewing from the lap her body is curling around, and her kitten crawls up and pokes his head over one arm to give a much more direct look at the room.]
((ooc: No, this is not a loss. Del just got too formulaic ♥))