Imaginary Friends

[senashenta]

:I really hate it when She's like this.: Sterling said, crystal gaze pinned on his Creator, tail flicking and swishing uneasily behind him. :I really do. This whole place seems to quiver when She's does this.:

:But really,: sad green eyes shifted toward the same focus as Keir lifted his head, black ears swivelling absently. :Can you blame Her?

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[cat_mcdougall]

Can I have your muses? One of mine told me to sit down shut up and grow up.

Yours are at least polite...

[senashenta]

Ah. They aren't like this all the time. Sterling's normally ornery as hell, and Keir is known to be the one who brandishes a big stick at me when I'm procrastinating.

You can still borrow them if you want, though...

[cat_mcdougall]

Mine brandishes a really big sharp pointy sword... she knows how to use it too...

Hennae: You bet! Now put down the feckin oreos and go work!

*sighs* Shes ever so mean to me... doesnt she realize chocoalte makes it better?

[senashenta]

Ooh. Yeah... I'm glad Keir can't use a sword. Of course, since he's not bipedal and lacks opposable thumbs, even brandishing a stick is a pretty big accomplishment, I guess...

Keir: *waves stick*

I know, I know...

[cassandracsenta]

They may just exist in your imagination, but they are real in a sense even if they don't. They are real because you see them as real.

And as for us, your friends, we'll be here for you if you need us.

I really hope you'll be better soon.

*hugs*