TADA. I really wanted to be able to reblog this one on my main blog so I went ahead and uploaded it like this. ^^; I hope this is okay. I saw a lot of versions have basically all the same idea. So I went ahead and tried something a little different?? I hope that’s okay.
Tada!
/sort of here. sort of not. will play catch up soon!! either today or tomorrow C: so enjoy a sleeping witchy
I got you a big new sweater in case the old one gets too ripped or something, this one is also really comfy and has really long sleeves that will keep your arms nice and warm~
And also if someone’s bothering you, you can smack ‘em right in the face with you sleeve!
I also got you cheesecake (of course!) and your very own bear! Well, sort of, he is stuffed but the local zoo didn’t want me running off with a real panda, so this is the next best thing I can do.
Anyway, happy birthday~ You’re the best niece I could ever have, and seeing as I don’t have any biological siblings to speak of, the only niece too!
<333
Auntie Dawn, you sure do know how to spoil me ;u;. Thank you so muuch! You’re the absolute best!
I’m gonna go try the sweater on right now! And i’ll always treasure this cute little bear!!!~~~
not sure about the cheesecake— it looks mighty tasty. gonna have to give it a quick taste test or something— yeah. quick.. test. >w<
/Now I love you guys and all. But I’m gonna just head to the personal for the rest of the night. ^^. If you guys need me, that’s where I’ll be. G’night.
The Boomer squinted, eye adjusting to the light. He looked in the door and let out a breath of releif. It was her... Just the way the computer had described her. Slowly stepping into the shop, he handed back dthe ruffled animal, saying "I would have eaten it... I'm not to big on the whole carnivore thing..." Reaching up, he posed the grey cap back on his head and brushed off his lab coat. "Hello..." he said, turning back the long-haired girl. "Are you... Witchy?"
The female’s bright red hues scanned the other infected. The Boomer didn’t seem to look like a killer really, and well.. he didn’t even reek of blood like a boomer would if he was tag teaming with a Hunter. Or really any other infected for that matter. Witchy attempted to fix her bed head, only failing completely since she was scared she’d eventually cut her hair with her own claws.
“Yup..! That’s me. Although, I’m worried on what you’ve heard about me, since you seem to know my name and all..”
