Room 327, Friday Morning
It wasn't Juliet's fault. She was minding her own business -- which happened to be calling every milliner she knew in New York to see if anybody could make her a hat like Princess Beatrice's -- when all of a sudden, she wasn't talking into the phone so much as yipping into it.
At least she had truly excellent fur.
Juliet the Maltese puppy managed to hit the "end call" button with her nose, than hopped off the bed and waggled out into the hall. There was a whole world of smells to explore.
[OOC: And Juliet is a puppy. The brother has modding rights, and she'll be back in a week or so-ish.]
At least she had truly excellent fur.
Juliet the Maltese puppy managed to hit the "end call" button with her nose, than hopped off the bed and waggled out into the hall. There was a whole world of smells to explore.
[OOC: And Juliet is a puppy. The brother has modding rights, and she'll be back in a week or so-ish.]