In the space of an instant Xion has wormed her way under a bench to hide, at least until she can locate the source of that--
... shriek.
... Fenimore.
Oh god, why did it have to be Fenimore? Oh god, no, please ... this isn't fair. Will Fenimore even still talk to her after this? Who'd want to be friends with a monster anyway....?
Under that bench, Xion curls her clawed hands over her head and simply cowers like a scared puppy, hoping vaguely that Fenimore will go away and leave her to her shame. ]
lmfao all of you as if I mind lateness, I am the QUEEN of late
In the space of an instant Xion has wormed her way under a bench to hide, at least until she can locate the source of that--
... shriek.
... Fenimore.
Oh god, why did it have to be Fenimore? Oh god, no, please ... this isn't fair. Will Fenimore even still talk to her after this? Who'd want to be friends with a monster anyway....?
Under that bench, Xion curls her clawed hands over her head and simply cowers like a scared puppy, hoping vaguely that Fenimore will go away and leave her to her shame. ]