Kite Morian, Sunnydale High Class of '03 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
formoftherapy) wrote2011-11-30 08:55 pm
formoftherapy) wrote2011-11-30 08:55 pm
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The door is supposed to take her to Natalie's spare room; Kite stumbles at the threshold, but keeps going. The t-shirt and sweats she wears almost fit her. Another shirt and a pair of jeans are bundled in her arms. (These are splattered with...something. Cran-apple juice, maybe?)
She heads straight for the bar, where she drops the second set of clothes off. "Bar, can you...take care of these? I don't need them back."
The clothes vanish, to be replaced by a mug of hot tea. "Thanks," she murmurs.
Her throat is still a wreck, probably will be for the next few days. She can learn to like tea for that long.
She heads straight for the bar, where she drops the second set of clothes off. "Bar, can you...take care of these? I don't need them back."
The clothes vanish, to be replaced by a mug of hot tea. "Thanks," she murmurs.
Her throat is still a wreck, probably will be for the next few days. She can learn to like tea for that long.