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ǀƒ уσυя нєαят ιѕ ιη уσυя ∂яєαм, ησ яєqυєѕт ιѕ тσσ єχтяємє.. Who are you, @CruelPersuasion? #Pαɳԃყ

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When you wish upon a star.. Solo Angie stared at the white wall in front of her. The room was all white and yet, it seemed so dark. It had been a while since she had interacted with anyone, including her love. She wondered if Cru had moved on. If she had searched--
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Has laid upon @CruelPersuasion's couch. Staring at a certain dalmatian. Has no clue the pupper is. But, likes him very much.
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Nose wrinkled in confusion. "Wel..could you show me where I stay?" How, odd. She figured they were roommates or something.
~Blink~ "Your bed?!" ~That took her by surprise. DeVil had no intent of having Angie stay in /her/ house or finding her suitable accommodation~ "Well, at the moment, I am staying with a friend and uh. . . . " ~Blast!~
"And today, you have decided to go natural. Got it." The red head nodded once more. "Where is my bed? I am ready to lay on something softer than a cot."
~A light chuckle escaped, though it was out of disinterest~ "Yes, indeed I do"
The woman rapidly nodded. "That makes a lot of sense! You enjoy changing it up."
~She pointed to her hair~ "Want to know how I change my hair colour?" ~Lightly, she tugged on her hair and winked~ "A wig. . . I wear a blonde wig"
She slowly nodded. A curious brow was raised. "Sure, of course."
~With a dramatic spin and unfurling of her arms, DeVil took a step closer~ "Want to know a secret?"
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A small smile crept upon her features as she nodded. "Yes. It is cute. And properly fits."
~She was internally screaming. DeVil loathed the condescending nature nicknames brought, e s p e c i a l l y 'puppy'; but, to keep the charade going, she had to play along~ "I like the sound of puppy. It rolls off the tongue, don't you think?"
"Well, I have been calling you number lady. But, your hair seems to change so regularly. Chameleon?" She shook her head. "No, that is far to silly. Your coat..reminds me of a dog. I can't remember the breed. Perhaps..doggy. or puppy."
"Oh?" ~She pointed to herself, eyes bright~ "Have you any in mind?"
"Since they involve insects." She chuckled. "I must think of one for you now."
"So nicknames are odd now? Since when?"
She is going to need a therapist of her own.
She tilted her head. "You are so odd."
"The mere fact that you responded to my, otherwise, vague statement suggests that it resonated with you"
Stares at the lady speaking. "Cricket? What odd words you use. I am clearly not an insect." This lady needs help.
Stares at her TL, seeing if she can remember anyone.
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-- Time had passed. The doctor doped up on medications. But, after a few weeks..or was it months, her mind had cleared just enough to ask for a phone call. The doctors were excited about this recovery and gave her the phone, with pleasure. Who did she call?--
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@CruelPersuasion, of course. The only number she seemed to remember. Though, she wasn't sure she remembered the owner.
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