[The frown on her face is a permanent feature until this hangover subsides.]
That's not a resolution. It's a request. A mercy killing.
[She makes her way to the other end of the couch where Corvus is sleeping and flops down on it. Move aside, alien cat, this is the closest seat to her. She puts her head to her knees, groaning.]
no subject
That's not a resolution. It's a request. A mercy killing.
[She makes her way to the other end of the couch where Corvus is sleeping and flops down on it. Move aside, alien cat, this is the closest seat to her. She puts her head to her knees, groaning.]
What the hell happened?