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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 1:30 pm
After the entire ordeal with Jerry and Candace and flyers and talk of underpants, Sasha's next stop was one of utmost importance. In one pale hand she clutched a card - no envelope to speak of, just a card. She stood in front of Harrison's room - 130 - and did a nervous little dance. Was this a good idea?
Probably not. Sasha couldn't let another moment pass without apologizing, though.
Giving a little sigh, Sasha lifted her hand and softly knocked twice.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 4:54 pm
However softly Sasha knocked, it sounded like she was using a warhammer.
Harrison cracked the door and squinted at the hallway light.
"Why the hell are you here," he asked.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 5:00 pm
Sasha's brows drew down in a slight frown. "I just wanted.. well. I wanted to give you this." The inside of the card was quick and to the point. "What's wrong with you?" She did sound concerned, but mostly because he sounded so cranky.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 1:43 am
Harrison squinted at the folded paper. It was a card? What for?
The unicorn was surrounded by gingerbread-looking men with stab-holes in them, and it was trampling a giant human heart. Its hooves were stained with gore.
He opened the card. There were more bodies, except these ones looked mutilated, and some of them had been messed up so bad there were only pink blood splatters left.
The note said, sorry we had a fight.
Harrison squinted at Sasha.
"...Headache." He checked out in the hall for anybody else, then asked with a sort of sad resignation, ".........Do we gotta do this now?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 7:06 am
"I'm sorry you have a headache, Harrison," Sasha's voice was softer, now that she knew Harrison had a headache. He was cranky, too - just like her papa used to get. Those were the times that she had generally stayed away from him because his temper could get horrible.
"I-I just .. wanted." Okay, she totally wasn't going to burst into tears. Oh gosh. She'd called him a few terrible things - and while he'd been terrible himself, it didn't excuse her own actions. Her papa would be so disappointed.
"To s-say." Were her eyes glistening with dampness?
"Ohmygosh Harrison I am so sorry I said those terrible things, okay?" She blinked a million times in an attempt to get her tears under control. "Y-you aren't a b-word. A-and you don't s-smell like f-farts e-either."
There was a 97% chance of rain. It'd been a very emotionally trying day.
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