american boy + open, contemplation

[georgie]

Georgie hadn't quite put herself back together after...after whatever it was that had resulted in how she was now. She walked rarely now, simply teleporting sporadically until she was at her desired location. When she did walk, it was as though something was yanking on her limbs from the outside. Her breathing had never settled back into a steady, natural rhythm. It was all just heavy, relentless panting.

There was also the matter of her wanting to scratch her skin and meat free of her own bones from the inside (such was her restlessness), but that wasn't something she displayed openly. Nor would it be beneficial. I need this body.

"[color=#d4af37]Guuuuruu." She pursed her lips and dragged out the 'ooo' in a silly sort of way, voice wobbling as it left her. Like a child's imitation of a ghost. Georgie tongued the inside of one cheek, appearing closer. And then closer. "[color=#d4af37]You don't seem very happy miss Guru." Georgie commented with an exaggerated pout, spilling onto the ground with her dappled legs splayed out like a dead spider. Her stubby little tail twitched. "[color=#d4af37]I wonder why that is...and I think it's a god damn shame." She nodded her head sagely to punctuate that declaration, eyes sliding shut for just a moment. "[color=#d4af37]I could getcha happy, miss Guuuuru." Georgie eyed the ear on the ground, then the place on Guru's head where it should've been with little interest. "[color=#d4af37]It'd be fun." She slid one of her own paws into her mouth and nibbled thoughtfully.