So very OTA.

[within_thedark]

...for should we deny those basic impulses, we would cheapen ourselves, as well as deny the very essence of our humanity |
Lelial listened to the feedback of the paragraph she'd just written, then snorted in derision. "That's bloody plagiarism, I do believe, dear," she admonished herself. A long finger tapped her chin, brows furrowed in thought

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[starscrownher]

Well, she didn't quite hit Urania with it, but she likes to think she has decent reflexes. And after a moment of consideration, she pokes her head inside. "You dropped this, violently, all the way in the hall." Don't you hate when that happens?

[within_thedark]

Lelial turned towards the voice, a faint flush coloring her cheeks. "Oh, dear. I'm so very sorry." She rose from the desk, not quite looking at the speaker; it wasn't someone she recognized.

"I take it you stumbled upon the little squish ball, then?"

[starscrownher]

"It hurled past me just below one of the hideous Ming vases. I'm afraid the vase is safe." Urania set the squish ball on the desk within reach. "No harm done."

[within_thedark]

"Oh...dear. That...would have been quite the travesty." Lelial groped a bit for the troublesome thing, curling fingers around it and squeezing.

"Thank you kindly for retrieving it." Her brow furrowed slightly. "I don't believe we've yet met. Lelial Scott-Hughes, Three of Diamonds." Well, the title wasn't that important, but it seemed to be expected, so.