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74 Godiva Street, Saturday Morning
Apr. 2nd, 2016 05:08 pmTamsin slid out of bed and padded through the room. Something felt off. She wasn't sure what.
She muttered something to herself, then wandered into the bathroom. She grabbed her toothbrush, poured on some toothpaste, and gave her teeth a thorough scrub.
She spat the toothpaste into the sink.
She looked up at the mirror.
She said, "Nope."
She vanished back into her room.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
[[ can be open, if you can get her to leave her bedroom. she's not sulking, she's just opting out of this weekend. ]]
She muttered something to herself, then wandered into the bathroom. She grabbed her toothbrush, poured on some toothpaste, and gave her teeth a thorough scrub.
She spat the toothpaste into the sink.
She looked up at the mirror.
She said, "Nope."
She vanished back into her room.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
[[ can be open, if you can get her to leave her bedroom. she's not sulking, she's just opting out of this weekend. ]]
