Frost laughs darkly, shaking her head before she looks right up at Mick, a
knowing smile on her lips. "Don't you know? There is no 'she'," she
explains, like she's talking to a child. "There isn't anyone else who's
going to wake up and see all this without remembering how it happened."
She glances at her fingernails, bored. "I know. He hasn't said a damn thing
to me. I bet he's scared." She grins again, back up at him. "Are you coming
in, or is it too cold for you, Heatwave?"
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Re: Her cabin
Date: 2018-10-10 02:25 pm (UTC)Frost laughs darkly, shaking her head before she looks right up at Mick, a knowing smile on her lips. "Don't you know? There is no 'she'," she explains, like she's talking to a child. "There isn't anyone else who's going to wake up and see all this without remembering how it happened."
She glances at her fingernails, bored. "I know. He hasn't said a damn thing to me. I bet he's scared." She grins again, back up at him. "Are you coming in, or is it too cold for you, Heatwave?"