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on_her_korhal) wrote2007-12-25 08:21 am
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25 Unicorn Street, Tuesday Evening
Her fridge had been stocked up well enough, but Kerrigan had still found herself chowing back noodles more often than not over the past few days. Cooking just wasn't her strong suit, and she lacked the inclination to learn.
Christmas Eve had passed by unnoticed.
She was in the living room, running system checks on her armor and fiddling with the wires.
[ open to anyone who'd come bug kerrigan on christmas day; early due to sp later yay ]
Christmas Eve had passed by unnoticed.
She was in the living room, running system checks on her armor and fiddling with the wires.
[ open to anyone who'd come bug kerrigan on christmas day; early due to sp later yay ]
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She wasn't, in fact, sure about this particular food experiment, but it was food, and she wasn't one to question it.
Instead, Kerrigan pottered down to the coffee maker. Coffee was always good.
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[Sorry for extreme SP! Christmas!]
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[ SP is always made of love zomg ]
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Hey, she was a soldier. Edible was all she cared about. She moved to switch off the oven.
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She still didn't have a table.
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That's why she had Roy, really.
"Let's hope it digests," she said, smirking a little, before flopping down on the floor opposite River.
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