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swerval_zero) wrote2007-06-09 03:15 pm
swerval_zero) wrote2007-06-09 03:15 pm
Room 220, Saturday Morning
Zero woke up fuzzy.
And because someone was poking her.
She swatted at the offending finger, then realized there really shouldn't have been anyone else in this room. Parker was in Russia and Peter was in New York, so...
She opened her eyes to find a strange boy looking down at her. "Wake up," he said. "Wake up wake up //wake up//."
Okay, that last 'wake up' had been in Chinese. "Mew?" //What?//
//What?// the boy echoed. "Are you my mummy?"
Zero glanced over at the birdcage--the empty birdcage--by the window. Oh squall.
Zero? Facepawed.
And because someone was poking her.
She swatted at the offending finger, then realized there really shouldn't have been anyone else in this room. Parker was in Russia and Peter was in New York, so...
She opened her eyes to find a strange boy looking down at her. "Wake up," he said. "Wake up wake up //wake up//."
Okay, that last 'wake up' had been in Chinese. "Mew?" //What?//
//What?// the boy echoed. "Are you my mummy?"
Zero glanced over at the birdcage--the empty birdcage--by the window. Oh squall.
Zero? Facepawed.