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"Priestess." The mouse's voice was very soft and right in her ear. "Priestess."
"Mmmwha--?" Verity mumbled, barely conscious. She was exhausted after a weekend of running around with a child's seemingly inexhaustible fount of energy, followed by an evening of sugar and cartoons and--
Something about that scenario nagged at her, but she wasn't quite up to figuring out what it was. And, honestly, she didn't really want to. Because if she figured it out, she'd have to deal with it and these sheets were so nice and soft.
"PRIESTESS!" the mouse shouted, just as Verity drifted off again.
"What?" Verity snapped, cranky and aggravated. "Oh god, is it a holiday I need to be involved in?" And there was no Antimony to foist this off on, either. "Can't it wait until later?" She was whining, she knew. She wasn't proud of that.
"You are not needed," the mouse said calmly, tucking her arms back into her voluminous sleeves. "But the Parade Route goes through your bedroom."
"So?" Verity did not see why this required her to be awake. "Just try to be quiet when you go through."
"Then you do not wish to invoke the rite of Food For Privacy?" the mouse asked. "Very well. I just wished to ascertain that before we began."
"No," Verity said, her brain trying harder to pinpoint that thing that she was forgetting. "Why would I care about that now?"
Cartoons. Candy. And laughing with her new friend--
"We were not certain if your new friend should know of our existence or not." The mouse pointed to the other side of the bed, where another person still lay sleeping.
"Right," Verity said. "Fuck."
[For the one currently there and so much SP!]
"Mmmwha--?" Verity mumbled, barely conscious. She was exhausted after a weekend of running around with a child's seemingly inexhaustible fount of energy, followed by an evening of sugar and cartoons and--
Something about that scenario nagged at her, but she wasn't quite up to figuring out what it was. And, honestly, she didn't really want to. Because if she figured it out, she'd have to deal with it and these sheets were so nice and soft.
"PRIESTESS!" the mouse shouted, just as Verity drifted off again.
"What?" Verity snapped, cranky and aggravated. "Oh god, is it a holiday I need to be involved in?" And there was no Antimony to foist this off on, either. "Can't it wait until later?" She was whining, she knew. She wasn't proud of that.
"You are not needed," the mouse said calmly, tucking her arms back into her voluminous sleeves. "But the Parade Route goes through your bedroom."
"So?" Verity did not see why this required her to be awake. "Just try to be quiet when you go through."
"Then you do not wish to invoke the rite of Food For Privacy?" the mouse asked. "Very well. I just wished to ascertain that before we began."
"No," Verity said, her brain trying harder to pinpoint that thing that she was forgetting. "Why would I care about that now?"
Cartoons. Candy. And laughing with her new friend--
"We were not certain if your new friend should know of our existence or not." The mouse pointed to the other side of the bed, where another person still lay sleeping.
"Right," Verity said. "Fuck."
[For the one currently there and so much SP!]
