Entry Thirty -Three [voice]

[dreamermoa]

Mommy....? urggh Mom, I...kinda feel...horrible...

Hawkeye, I think I'm sick again...

[pained whimper and the recording cuts.]

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Soren: ..... NOT LIKE THAT!

[stoic-air.livejournal.com]

*Goes to carry her to the nearest empty room and goes to look around for a bed to put Moa in.*

You should actually try thinking for yourself, you buffoon.

*SNICKER*

[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[There's a sort of makeshift bed laid out in the corner - just a lot of blankets and soft things piled up into a sort of nest.]

thinking's hard....

Soren: *Glares.*

[stoic-air.livejournal.com]

*Carries her to the makeshift bed and goes to carefully set her down.* Stay put and rest.

...

No wonder you are so idoitic.

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[she sniffles and curls up.

I feel awful.....

Soren: *Remains glaring.*

[stoic-air.livejournal.com]

*Stands up after she curls up.* Will you be able to eat anything?