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Jan. 23rd, 2012 09:01 am[From the room of one Garrett Hawke bursts a brown haired woman, door flying open as she stumbles to get herself out of the room. Her balance is thrown off, the sudden addition of wings on her back just as much of a surprise as the state of her lover.
Waking up to a big, hairy, dog-like creature draped around her had been something of a surprise. From the room she's just left comes a muffled roar, the sound of a wookie. Back against the wall as much as her wings will allow, Vie opens her journal.]
Tell me I'm not the only one waking up differe--
[The sentence is cut short by another wookie call.]
Hawke, that had better be you.
[Vie's post ends there on account of the hairball is moving toward her.]
Waking up to a big, hairy, dog-like creature draped around her had been something of a surprise. From the room she's just left comes a muffled roar, the sound of a wookie. Back against the wall as much as her wings will allow, Vie opens her journal.]
Tell me I'm not the only one waking up differe--
[The sentence is cut short by another wookie call.]
Hawke, that had better be you.
[Vie's post ends there on account of the hairball is moving toward her.]
