Room 507, Sunday morning
Feb. 26th, 2006 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintNadia woke up to the sound of repeated clanking and squawking, as well as horrified mewing. Not exactly the way anyone wants to be woken up.
"Furrball? Moral? What's going on?"
Furrball, it seemed, was hiding under the bed, clutching his toy mouse. Moral was running repeatedly into her door, crying "Boys don't cry? Boys don't cry?" with increasing sadness and frustration (it seemed, in fact, the bot was merely playing the recording faster and louder each time), as though it could tell its winding time was almost up.
There was nothing to do about it, Nadia thought, but bring it with her to Empire Records today. She didn't want it getting out and tracking down Belthazor.
Not because she didn't think the demon didn't deserve it. Because if Moral did track down Belthazor, he would have to work damned fast to beat Veronica and Marty to the act of killing her.
It was really tough being a teenager, sometimes.
"Furrball? Moral? What's going on?"
Furrball, it seemed, was hiding under the bed, clutching his toy mouse. Moral was running repeatedly into her door, crying "Boys don't cry? Boys don't cry?" with increasing sadness and frustration (it seemed, in fact, the bot was merely playing the recording faster and louder each time), as though it could tell its winding time was almost up.
There was nothing to do about it, Nadia thought, but bring it with her to Empire Records today. She didn't want it getting out and tracking down Belthazor.
Not because she didn't think the demon didn't deserve it. Because if Moral did track down Belthazor, he would have to work damned fast to beat Veronica and Marty to the act of killing her.
It was really tough being a teenager, sometimes.
