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Forget About It Tomorrow
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p for Gotham ( YAYY!! )
The rain pattered on the manor’s windows, and violet eyes looked out at the assault. She watched it for a moment, entranced by the sound sand sight of it. The young woman pulled herself away, moving pack to the center of her room. Looking at the pictures that hung on every wall, some her own and others gathered form different places, Mati found that they were shadowed. The lack of sunlight made even the window filled room seem dark. She kneeled at the long table, lowering so that she was eye level with the creature that sat upon it. Ambrose was waiting, waiting for her to sit as the table and begin painting or drawing. He was used to that routine, sitting on her lap as she did so. Lets go, Am., she said softly. Picking the spiked pig up Mati let him cling to her arm, holding still onto the scars that she could no longer feel.
She exited her room, walking through the hallways and into the kitchen. The girl rummaged through a few of the cabinets. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, but Mati was looking for what Cambria had found. She imagined that she was looking something to eat, or something for Ambrose, but she wasn’t. It was just incase, just incase there was something that had been left and the pups might get into it. They had searched the house, and found nothing else. But the girl was still nervous, but not enough to keep looking. Finding some sort of vegetable that the hedgehog enjoyed she moved to the living room, setting Ambrose on the couch and began to pick up the few articles that were scattered across the floor.
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