[With the silence of the house (and the just feeling of silence from the state), she sighs as she closes the door after herself. She doesn't notice Charles at all, just begins to hum lightly to herself as she walks toward the kitchen. She's not that hungry, but a strawberry would be nice, she figures.
...But there aren't any, because the only person that probably ate them had left. Which is Quite Upsetting!!] Ah, really, there's none? I don't really feel like going out, though.
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...But there aren't any, because the only person that probably ate them had left. Which is Quite Upsetting!!] Ah, really, there's none? I don't really feel like going out, though.