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Post by Princess Katie on Mar 8, 2009 20:51:55 GMT -5
"Oh. Alright," Genevieve said quietly, taking the form and the jar of Joy. For a bit, she had thought Donovan had sort of gotten over his initial disdain for her. But apparently not. And this was all quite strange for Genevieve. She was so used to everyone liking her.
She took the jar to its recipient, sparing only a quick glance over her shoulder at her surly collegue. Genn spent a few minutes chatting with the Dream, probably a few minutes more than she should have-- there were a lot of mouths to feed-- but she wanted to offer some words of reassurance. Not to mention, she wasn't exactly eager to hop back into a tiny room with someone who clearly did not like her, even if she didn't know why.
Finally, she retured to the store room, rather anxiously. "Uh, next?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2009 23:28:38 GMT -5
He breathed a little easier when she was gone, and even when she returned, he found he could handle this unfriendly, quiet exchange much easier than her bright eyes and smiles.
He'd already laid out the next three Dreams, the appropriate amount of fear, and grudgingly, the forms for a wanting Nightmare as well.
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