a headache and a half- recovery

Aurum. Something bitter in her throat still told her she should be angry that, you know, she was visited in passing. But she couldn't be angry at him. He really didn't do anything wrong, besides being so fucking cheerful all the time. Speaking off.. Sam stepped down the steps, turning and looking towards the smaller bungalow, despite it being within the town limits of old 50s houses, it was smaller. Almost studio like. Her mismatched eyes shifted back towards Aurum. "It's still standing. Means it isn't gone, so, yknow. Work to be done." She yawned a bit. "Work, despite, being my least favorite thing. "

Her still sunken face turned back towards the house, noticing the upper right gutter was starting to sag and she cursed. However, an approach from behind caused her to pause in her reapproach to the gutter, body turning. She didn't recognize her immediately, but the tone, the overwhelming amount of pink.. the sharp feeling of anger shoved into her ribs and twisted, making her heart drip with it and her eyes narrow. The last time they met, Del had nothing but anger for Sam, because she claimed it was Leroy's friends faults for not noticing.

And oh, that was acid on her tongue.

"M' fine. Stop looking at me like I'm an art piece." She replied curtly, pulling her head back, her antlers glimmering as she shifted. "Yeah, nice to see you too Del." Sam replied, eyes raising towards the.. drake.. dragon thing. God, Sam didn't know anymore, really.

"SPEECH"

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