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Who: Nill and Nero the Sable
When: Later in the evening
Where: Bubbles and Threads
Rating: PG
Summary: Nill ended up here for part of the storm and she has company.
For some reason or another she always seemed to be in her shop instead of the apartment. Despite the torrential rain outside the inside of Bubbles and Threads was surprisingly dry. From time to time she did have to wipe the window down, the water seemed to like to come through the cracks, but other than that it was okay. Although the thunder was cracking again and it certainly did send her barreling underneath the table she used for sewing. The miscellaneous bits of cloth that were folded neatly under the table were now in disarray, but that seemed to be the least of her worries.
Tiny wings fluttered as she covered her head with her arms. The situation felt distantly familiar, but this time Badou wasn’t there to convince her that she could climb on out from under the table. She hesitated to open her eyes after a few minutes. No, there weren’t any monsters smashing through the window. Not yet, anyways. Although it did feel as if it was only a matter of time before something bad happened yet again. The next time Frost might not be there to save her either.
When: Later in the evening
Where: Bubbles and Threads
Rating: PG
Summary: Nill ended up here for part of the storm and she has company.
For some reason or another she always seemed to be in her shop instead of the apartment. Despite the torrential rain outside the inside of Bubbles and Threads was surprisingly dry. From time to time she did have to wipe the window down, the water seemed to like to come through the cracks, but other than that it was okay. Although the thunder was cracking again and it certainly did send her barreling underneath the table she used for sewing. The miscellaneous bits of cloth that were folded neatly under the table were now in disarray, but that seemed to be the least of her worries.
Tiny wings fluttered as she covered her head with her arms. The situation felt distantly familiar, but this time Badou wasn’t there to convince her that she could climb on out from under the table. She hesitated to open her eyes after a few minutes. No, there weren’t any monsters smashing through the window. Not yet, anyways. Although it did feel as if it was only a matter of time before something bad happened yet again. The next time Frost might not be there to save her either.