Ugh... these damn midnight cravings. I can't sleep, but I don't think the 24-hour market sells clams. Or leeks. Hrm. My feet are swollen, I wouldn't go check anyways. *feels sorry for herself*
Maru is gnawing on Vincent's hand. ... That man could sleep through a nuclear apocalypse.For the life of me, I still can't figure out what to get him for his birthday. I need a Christmas miracle to occur a couple months early. ...Does that happen, I wonder?
(ooc: Eeeh, strike-out not viewable to people who don't know about her predicament.)
Maru is gnawing on Vincent's hand. ... That man could sleep through a nuclear apocalypse.
(ooc: Eeeh, strike-out not viewable to people who don't know about her predicament.)
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hungry
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