Category: Pink Sheep RPGFor her meeting, Millicent dressed in black. Plain, unassuming, drab black. It was as if she were going to a funeral of sorts. A funeral of her own freedom. Stuck between familial obligations, there lay only one path for her. Wrinkling her nose at the fact that she couldn't directly Apparate into the seat of government for
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I feel for Millicent. Poor thing gets batted about every which way by idiot men, and now the "oh, hai! You thought I was ded lol!" moment. The girl needs a stiff drink, a hug and somewhere safe to be. Mmhmm.
Vincent? *pats* I'm...sure it will get better. At least there are nice boobs to look at.
And Joan's thoughts make me laugh.
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There is a fair amount of nose crinkling at both parties in this scene, but we all know who that's coming from. :*
Lovely scene, dearie. *SMOOSH*
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