☄ seventh meteor

[sapanwood]

[ There's really no reason to be wandering across the square this late at night. But it's better than going home to where it's too quiet, even with Mao and the television snapped on. And the walls are far too much like those walls—

She heads toward a shop display filled with glass bobbles painted red, green, and blue for the holidays. ]

... I wonder if Mao would want a tree.

[ooc: Backdated to an hour ago aaaand Cursed. Cheek kisses and hugs only? ;;

slow tags will be slow. ;; /hiatuss-ing... still.]

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[freckleddoll]

[Doll happens to be standing in front of the shop display herself, staring wistfully at all the decorations. She and her siblings never got things like this back home, and it feels a little bit pointless decorating when she's in the City all on her own.

Tiger is sitting obediently at her feet, his tail thumping against the ground.]