© OOΙΙ. psychopaths don't use diaries
[she's managed to make what restrictive and annoying clothing was provided for her into something she's more used to. Even her own powers as a God seemed useless against the Victorian era clothing. A sharp blade was the only thing she managed to utilize, but now she at least feels more comfortable.
In her hands is the journal and she's flipping the pages, annoyed.]
Why do you even bother complaining in this thing? You're just going to become annoyed with something else later.
[so she'll throw the book aside, letting it just land wherever - the damn thing will end up back in her room again anyway]
[open for... kisses or anything. She's wandering and can teleport to you, as well]
In her hands is the journal and she's flipping the pages, annoyed.]
Why do you even bother complaining in this thing? You're just going to become annoyed with something else later.
[so she'll throw the book aside, letting it just land wherever - the damn thing will end up back in her room again anyway]
[open for... kisses or anything. She's wandering and can teleport to you, as well]