08-18-2020, 10:38 AM
[shadow=black,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]
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There’s something off about Georgia, but Paola doesn’t know what might have led to it—she isn’t sure if she has any right to ask about it, either, but the she-cat offers her friend a wide, beaming grin anyway, hoping, at the very least, that it helps allay some of her worries. She can admit to herself that she likes the somali’s company; she enjoys the roughhousing and teasing they often do, and seeing Georgia so off-put by something only makes her want to help.
”Ah, see, that’s for—” And then Devland fills in the blank. ”Bingo!” The she-cat nods enthusiastically at his explanation, and then her expression brightens further at his suggestion. Paola peers at the other houses, perhaps a little self-conscious that if she’s going to be offering these places to anyone, she should at least fix some of the holes, but she decides that she’ll put off the whole “spring cleaning” thing until she knows someone will be moving in.
”I mean, no forcing anyone, and I could probably do something about the holes and the dust first,” Paola says sheepishly, her ears pressing to the back of her head only to spring forward when she realizes that they’re hot; she doesn’t quite understand why they’ve reached that temperature, but she figures it could very well be the humidity. ”But I’d love to have you as a neighbour! If you wanted to move, I mean. Hell, if anyone wants to claim one of those cabins, I’d be happy. It’s a cool place but a little creepy alone…”
Paola trails off, feigning a nonchalant shrug. ”If I’m gonna be haunted by a winged black ghost with poor taste in furniture, I might as well have someone to hide behind.” The grin returns on her face, as bright and gleaming as ever, although she won’t deny that there’s a hopeful chime to her words.
[table][tr][td]”Ah, see, that’s for—” And then Devland fills in the blank. ”Bingo!” The she-cat nods enthusiastically at his explanation, and then her expression brightens further at his suggestion. Paola peers at the other houses, perhaps a little self-conscious that if she’s going to be offering these places to anyone, she should at least fix some of the holes, but she decides that she’ll put off the whole “spring cleaning” thing until she knows someone will be moving in.
”I mean, no forcing anyone, and I could probably do something about the holes and the dust first,” Paola says sheepishly, her ears pressing to the back of her head only to spring forward when she realizes that they’re hot; she doesn’t quite understand why they’ve reached that temperature, but she figures it could very well be the humidity. ”But I’d love to have you as a neighbour! If you wanted to move, I mean. Hell, if anyone wants to claim one of those cabins, I’d be happy. It’s a cool place but a little creepy alone…”
Paola trails off, feigning a nonchalant shrug. ”If I’m gonna be haunted by a winged black ghost with poor taste in furniture, I might as well have someone to hide behind.” The grin returns on her face, as bright and gleaming as ever, although she won’t deny that there’s a hopeful chime to her words.
10 MOONS
[/td][td]BETA
[/td][td]TYPHOON
[/td][td]SHE/HER
[/td][td]© AUDACITY
[/td][/tr][/table] BABY'S GOT A FACE LIKE THUNDER: