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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 5:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 6:04 pm
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The door opened on its own accord, or at least that was how it seemed at first. In actuality, Amrita was on her way out, and simply had lucky - or, for one party, unlucky - timing. She stopped in her tracks as she realized someone was standing there, and a grey eye, one that seemed strangely lighter somehow, or was perhaps gaining a tiny, almost unnoticeable ring of yellow along the iris, tilted up to stare at the surprise visitor.
Roch.
Roch was standing at her door.
In a moment, her shock turned cold, her slightly gaping mouth closed into a tight and unimpressed line, and suddenly her hand was shooting out, gloved fingers curling into a fist just before making contact with his stomach.
"And where in Jack's name have you been? You a*****e of a Reaper!" Moments after her punch, her hands lifted, resting on her hips, her stance widening in very unhappy mother mode.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 6:09 pm
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