* She's pretty used to people reaching over her head for things. Sometimes even stepping on her since she's often out of their field of view.
Her eyes cast down and her shoulders slump, drawing the memory of what happened before she blanked out and woke up back within what seems to be the walls. Was that all some horrible dream before? *
Eh? * Peeks down at herself and pats her clothes. Not a tear nor a scratch. * I honestly thought it was all just a dream. . .
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* She's pretty used to people reaching over her head for things. Sometimes even stepping on her since she's often out of their field of view.
Her eyes cast down and her shoulders slump, drawing the memory of what happened before she blanked out and woke up back within what seems to be the walls. Was that all some horrible dream before? *
Eh? * Peeks down at herself and pats her clothes. Not a tear nor a scratch. * I honestly thought it was all just a dream. . .