scawwy / camille

[rimet]

woof.

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[scrapdraught]

[She sits stunned a moment. Absolutely flabberghasted.

Then the tears really do come. Silent, in a single drop per eye, but they're finally real.

Camille swipes at them with the heel of one palm, then reaches to scratch the uninjured ear.]

Hey, no problem. [She laughs a little. This is fucked. This is so fucked up.] I'd say "anytime" but god, I sure hope not.

[rimet]

[ Pickles nuzzles against her hand. Camille can now be free... ]