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25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Evening
May. 1st, 2008 05:23 pmThe house was definitely getting emptier now. Just to get used to the whole swing of things, Kerrigan was seated cross-legged on the floor, eating something indefinite straight out of the microwave packaging.
The fact that the food within said packaging really was completely unidentifiable wasn't stopping Mustang from trying to beg some off of her. After a few minutes, she flung something that might've been a scrap of tagliatelle at the cat's head (might've been a tentacle, too), which landed squarely on his ear.
The cat ate it. Of course.
A smirk was just aching to break out of her face.
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The fact that the food within said packaging really was completely unidentifiable wasn't stopping Mustang from trying to beg some off of her. After a few minutes, she flung something that might've been a scrap of tagliatelle at the cat's head (might've been a tentacle, too), which landed squarely on his ear.
The cat ate it. Of course.
A smirk was just aching to break out of her face.
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