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ƊƛƦƘƝЄƧƧ, ӇЄƦ ЄƳЄƧ slowly fluttering open, peering through her long lashes the pounding headache receding through her foggy mind, slow yet haggard breaths the young lady yawned softly shaking her head only to receive pain in return. Her hands shifted, she wanted to rub her eyes, her forehead or at least play with her lazy tail that was not responding to her reasoning of - I need to wake my ass up - yet in response her wrist bumped into something cold and hard. She wiggled her fingers, flicking them open and close then tried again this time the now responsive tail swished behind her as her heart found the energy to skip its beats.
After the relentless wiggling of her wrist, her pounding heart still going over her supposed beating arrangements, her brain came to the conclusion that she was stuck in her seat. She tried her bare feet and yet to no avail, they also couldn't move from its spot, "Eh...?" With her voice slightly horse it softly echoing through the a/c filled room she was now stuck in, the American curl took a few deep breaths to calm her fragile heart.
Then she tilted her head to the side, a visible sweat drop slipping down her neck in full glee as a curved ear flopped forward onto her curls clearly confused, then a sound, soft clicks of heels too familiar for her to be relieved about this already wired situation.
A pause, it stopped. She waited, patiently letting those nomad eyes stare into the clearer abyss of darkness, her iries adjusting very well to the dark. Her ears twitch again as the nub for the door turned with a click, the door creaking open adding to an ominous and dramatic effect that she really didn't ask for.
The light from outside pooled into the cold room, a silhouette of a tall man stood in front her, his hair neatly styled like it usually does a few strands accessorizing his very familiar bird like mask hiding the red eyes that gazed into her soul, her very being that held her up together since her trama.
Stepping in to the room, a few acquaintances following his long strides, one mischievous as always his giggles muffled but not enough for her not to hear, another elegantly hiding his bashfulness about this entire situation avoiding her daunting eyes and a poor older woman trailing behind the trio with calm and slightly amused smile raised her charming features even more, her espresso like eyes peered through her glasses as her blonde and black hair shifted with her as she sat down on the chair the gorgeous feline pulled out for her like the gentleman he is.
