The Onsen, Sunday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

After several days of increasingly less subtle hints from the squirrels (which given their general lack of subtly to begin with...), various checks of the calendar, and what was definitely not any kind of panic attack, Cara had made plans for the evening. Very good, not overly complex plans.

However she had failed to account for the fact the island hated her. Personally.

"Seriously?"

[For the girl!]

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[wrongkindofsith]

As far as Cara was concerned, they'd deserve it for the crime of having opposable thumbs while she didn't. Cara was sometimes a terrible person.

Cara hopped across to Surreal's shoulder and nestled into the crook of her neck. The way things were going tonight, they'd probably be attacked by something on the way back to her apartment, and Surreal'd need her hands free for stabbing.

[harpy_daughter]

If they were lucky they'd be attacked by something that needed stabbing. Surreal really really needed an outlet for her aggression right now.

Oh well, at least it wasn't raining flowers. That might be the only thing that would make poor Cara even grumpier.