“Hey now, I said I’m sorry…” Shimmer said with a slight pout as she entered. “Like I said, I tried to shoot for night but I got lost… besides, if I wanted to see you crawling, I’d want it to be in very different circumstance.” She quipped, flashing a small grin.
“Are you doing well? Other then me… waking you up…”
“Hmmm… I did save someone from being kidnapped, so that was lovely~ There was some bastard at the local – well, they don’t call them orphanages anymore, do they? Either way, he’s gone now. His limbs are – ah, nevermind where his limbs are. The child ran, though…”
Lillian sighed and slowly stumbled into the living room, looking at her rather large couch. Even though it had been hundreds of years, the wear and tear hardly existed, and she was careful in laying down.
“There’s a red chair just across from the fireplace. You may sit there and we can chat a bit.”
“Well, as long as the kid was ok, I don’t care what happens to the guy. Hope you made it painful though.” She said, sitting down in on the chair where Lillian had pointed out. It was soft, softer then anything she had ever sat on. “Oh… shit, this is really comfortable!” She said, with a sigh.
“How old is this chair? Its awesome!”
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