07-16-2011, 08:58 PM
This doctors call was one she made with a bit of angst. First he was notorious for not liking her, and second she was going to ask him for help. But to sweeten her chances she cradled several pairs of jeans for him. After her break down she had reverted back to her daily life, trying her best to put her handsome teddy out of her mind. The hurt still stung, still clung to her like glue, and she found herself running about at night in that new form killing things just for the fun of it. But her fighting skills sucked. And as much as it pained her to admit it, Alaki was the only warrior she knew.
She approached Matteo and Alaki’s home before idly standing in the door way nocking quietly. Demi assumed as always Alaki would treat her with ire and she probably deserved every bit of it.
“Alaki… It’s time for me to check up on you, make sure your healing properly,” she chimed into the room before walking into the entrance with a bit of idle nervous energy clinging to her. The jeans where held in front of her, folded against her light pink sundress.
She approached Matteo and Alaki’s home before idly standing in the door way nocking quietly. Demi assumed as always Alaki would treat her with ire and she probably deserved every bit of it.
“Alaki… It’s time for me to check up on you, make sure your healing properly,” she chimed into the room before walking into the entrance with a bit of idle nervous energy clinging to her. The jeans where held in front of her, folded against her light pink sundress.