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Kate Bishop ([personal profile] alsohawkeye) wrote 2015-05-15 06:00 pm (UTC)

[ It's familiar but also weird, so many layers between them and so little interest in trying to work past or around them. Kate tangles their knees and drapes an arm around Johanna's hip, scrunched down so she can lean her forehead against sternum. ]

Total bullshit. [ She mumbles her agreement from there. And seems inclined to doze off, as the warm press of Johanna against her finally distracts from the piercing ache in her head.

But she isn't the only one here, a fact she forgot to alert Johanna to (and just forgot, full stop, for a minute. Don't tell Charles.). Diablo has been sleeping too, in his bed in the back of the room, blending into the shadows in the dark room like his namesake, or something. But now there's a new person, and so there is a black lab puppy coming to lean up onto the bed and sniff curiously at feet and maybe lick an ankle just a little bit. ]


Oh yeah, [ says Kate ] I got a dog. This is Diablo. I didn't name him.

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