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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2016 12:31 am
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She had shrieked when she felt them on top of her head. And Preacher had shrieked again, even louder, when she realized they were replacing her own ears. A staffer for the gym had burst in, and she'd had to hastily explain (with a towel on her head) that she had slipped on the... soap, yeah, the soap. It was just the icing on the cake of awful that her own shrieks had set off another headache.
They were, objectively, cute. Small and round and a deep brown black. She'd tugged on them, feeling the sensations like they were hers. ...She guess they were hers. ********. Popping on a beanie, she has hustled on into work, hoping to catch Mercer at a good time. It was easiest to bother him there, after all. "Mercer?" she called through the crack of his office door, her voice unusually soft and hesitant. Maybe she was dying; maybe not-rainy still-s**t-land was trying to kill her slowly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2016 12:51 am
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Opening the door, she walked in and closed the door to the exact percentage it had been cracked open - more or less. "Hey, bossman, burning the candle early?" A rhetorical question: Jeremiah was always burning the candle either early or late. He was the chief now, and took his job seriously. Still, Preacher appreciated that he usually had time for her, whether it was here or when she ran into him in rainy bullshitland.
"I was wonderin' if... for today - is it alright if I keep m'beanie on in the building?" She tugged one side of it lower. Hats in a building were normally a faux pas, she thought, moreso at work, unless it was an officer's hat. She wasn't an officer. Her ears twitched slight under the hat. Hopefully, it wouldn't last more than one day. Hopefully. If not, she was going to have to pull some girly kinda hair tease s**t.
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