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on_her_korhal) wrote2008-04-26 08:45 am
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25 Unicorn Street, Saturday Morning
The house was steadily becoming emptier. It hadn't been very full to begin with, but as she slowly pawned off, packed, or otherwise removed the few belongings that had been around, it was...
It seemed to be getting bigger.
Now, Kerrigan sat quietly on the couch, Mustang-the-kitten making a home of her lap, and stared at the wall.
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It seemed to be getting bigger.
Now, Kerrigan sat quietly on the couch, Mustang-the-kitten making a home of her lap, and stared at the wall.
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And then peered down at her. "Reports are important," she said, warily. "Come in. You can give me one."
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Kerrigan stayed by the door, staring after them-- pensively, more than anything-- then shut it. "Any clues on how this happened--?" Pause. "Damn island."
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Always approach an unfamiliar situation with caution, and it was an unfamiliar kitten, which was almost the same.
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But Kerrigan just watched them, something in her face tightening a little-- "Good," she said, simply, and turned around. "Tea?"
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She might go for an Irish, herself. And fixed it up with deftness.
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Then she took a big swig of her own coffee, barely avoiding burns to her mouth. "Must've been a shock."
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And shot Harriet a look. "You don't want to know."
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