[ One of the things about being an artificial being used to trying to follows the whims of other to please them is the unfortunate setback of a terrible lack individuality--so even when the rooms returned to normal hers remains a tad changed--likened as much as possible to what it once was. The once hotel-looking room is now bleached white with
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Crowley pauses. Tries to resist the urge to do something...helpful, and inevitably fails]
Is that your...vase thing? The one you go on about?
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Only not, it's that demon guy ;w; such disappointment. Amoretta looks up at him and does her darnest not to shy back ]
Ah...yes, that's it. My Flask.
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And you need help moving it, hmm? Where to?
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What's up?
[Her arms are crossed under her chest. Must. Fight. Urges. Damn, those are some pretty ears. Stop staring, elf. Her body seems unusually tense.]
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[OF THE HYGIENIC KIND. One of her arms breaks away, reaching for that pouch, biting her lower lip. Just...staring.]
Tell me what's up.
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Let me guess. Something fell on you and now you're trapped and you have like, eight minutes to live before you starve to death and that's why you've been so quiet for so long!
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There you are. I was wondering how we were going to fill the cuteness quota for the month.
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