voice

[selfloyalty]

How wonderful it was, being attacked by my own roommate in the supposed safety of my apartment.

[sarcasm. so much sarcasm.

and there's a reason why she took the time to make this voice. it's because she doesn't exactly look ~presentable~]

I suppose I would have bled to death had it not been for...well-timed help. And this does explain the teeth...

[she's trailing off, but easily sets herself back on track and her voice is firm.]

I doubt I will be the last of these attacks. Keep an eye out, fellow transports, there is a beast with a penchant for lances lurking about. He may be young, but he is strong enough to render a door practically useless, and apparently unable to discern friend from foe.

Comments

[totallytrustworthy]

Well I should hope not. If coffee was necessary we'd all be in trouble.

[She flashes a roguish grin.] I'll even add in an extra dose of sugar.

[selfloyalty]

I do not think that would be necessary.

[totallytrustworthy]

Not a fan of sweet drinks? All right. Black it is.

Toss me your location and I'll be right there. I'm not taking no for an answer, sunshine.

[selfloyalty]

[SIGHING

WHEN PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT HER ARE STUBBORN IT'S ANNOYING]

Unit 302.

[totallytrustworthy]

[I KNOW RIGHT. GOD.]

You're not still entertaining are you? [Alistair is gone right? Right?]

[selfloyalty]

Who would I be entertaining?

[ALISTAIR LIVES THERE CHLOE. but yeah he's probably out.]

[totallytrustworthy]

The guy you plan on making clean house.

[selfloyalty]

He lives here.

But no, he is not home.

[totallytrustworthy]

...Ohhhh, I see. [You couldn't make that sound any more uneasy if you tried, Chloe.]

Right, good. I'll catch up with you in a bit.