She sucks in cold air at the words she sees on her screen. Harpy. Corrine. Whatever his business is, the response is not a friendly one. She's never been Corrine. Not to him.
[TXT: Whatever are you doing in a place like that?]
She imagines its to do with her. The threats of his father's harpy associate. Whatever it is, it's likely nothing less than she deserves.
[TXT: Don't sell you voice to any sea witches, honey]
Corry reaches out to hug a pillow close. He may not feel the cold, but she is certainly feeling his chill.
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Date: 2015-01-30 06:46 am (UTC)[TXT: Whatever are you doing in a place like that?]
She imagines its to do with her. The threats of his father's harpy associate. Whatever it is, it's likely nothing less than she deserves.
[TXT: Don't sell you voice to any sea witches, honey]
Corry reaches out to hug a pillow close. He may not feel the cold, but she is certainly feeling his chill.