25 Unicorn Street, Saturday
Something Was Coming.
Her head hurt like a bitch. Kerrigan was not getting off the couch, not anytime today, maybe not even anytime tomorrow. If this was another disease, or a wave of stone angels, or tiny knights, or... singing, she didn't want to know.
She was staying home. Even if it did mean living off a ration of neon pink soda.
[ open. mwahahaha ]
Her head hurt like a bitch. Kerrigan was not getting off the couch, not anytime today, maybe not even anytime tomorrow. If this was another disease, or a wave of stone angels, or tiny knights, or... singing, she didn't want to know.
She was staying home. Even if it did mean living off a ration of neon pink soda.
[ open. mwahahaha ]