25 Unicorn Street, Saturday

[on_her_korhal]

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 ]

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Let's not let it get to that point," Kerrigan muttered, reaching over for the bottle, and-- ceremoniously-- pulling the lid off. "There you go."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

But River had already pulled out a toy knife out of her bag. "Look," she said, waving the knife before taking the drink.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Could you please put that away?" Kerrigan asked, scratching at her head.

Christ. Kids.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River was drinking the fizzy drink at the same timr as she poked Kerrigan's leg with the toy knife and said: "Why?" These actions didn't quite work simultaneously.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Because the real ones are dangerous--"

Oh, if she was going to have to avoid fizzy drink spillage, she was going to be angry.

"--And you can't do all of that at the same time."