4♯ ᯓ★ ❝𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬..?❞ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

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❝~¡˙˙pɐq ʇɐɥʇ llɐ ʇou sı ɓuıʞɐq ǝǝS❞

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➤OPEN YOUR HE✦RT

➤TO NEW POSSIBILITIES

➤AS THE ST✦RS ALINE

➤ON YOUR PATH TO GRE✦TNESS...

───⋆⭒˚。⋆/ᐠ •̀ ˕ •́ マ⋆⭒˚。⋆───

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───⋆⭒˚。⋆/ᐠ •̀ ˕ •́ マ⋆⭒˚。⋆───

ƤЄЄƘƖƝƓ ƛƬ ƬӇЄ ƇƠƦƝЄƦ her curious eyes watched as her fellow patient scurried around the kitchen area, patting different corners of the cabinets before actually opening one her eyes sparkling animatedly finding the snack jar filled with cookies, though the name of the cabinet was placed on its surface, either way she carefully took the jar out and placed it on the counter using the ball of her feet to close the door with a creek before taking the medium size glass jar into her hands humming as she skipped away beaming brightly.

The feline purred quietly as she emerged from her hiding spot, hands placed on her hips taking a few steps to admire the large space, a satisfactory smile showcasing her dimples before the idea she had came into play.

Outfit of choice for this chilly evening was an oversized graphic t-shirt she decided to put on, a hood on the back as a style - got from Kuya as a gift of sorts - her hand warmers were not on today as the activity she was planning to do didn't need them, knee length denim jeans with their white stringy partners dangling below them, her black foot warmers camouflaging with her cat stitched socks and the charming white slippers popping against the cold floor as she made her way towards the bottom cabinets.

Puttering around the necessary utensils being placed onto the marble island in front of her as she utilized her voice to hum a song her mind has been playing on repeat, shifting the draw, she pulled it open gently after regaining her attention from the loud laughter the group of busy patients where having.

She found an apron, though a bit bigger than her she placed it on blowing a few strands of her curls out for her nomad eyes that peered through those long lashes that fluttered against her skin as her body moved for the ingredients for this little "experiment".

She quietly thanked the Archons that she bought some of the items she realized this place didn't have, and a few extra things because some things were running out with and without the supervision of a certain Father figure, who possessed the feline qualities that she has yet not the same breed.

Laying out the ingredients satisfied with their arrangements she began separating them into clear glass bowls.

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