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#86
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sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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Ash got to the top, resting her hands on her knees, back against the door panting. Lifting a shaky hand, she pointed, "It's...it's... that...one. Hoo! You're fast! Didn't know you worked out!" When Hal opened the door, Ash tried jumping in front of him but before she could warn him, Hal burst through the door.
Audrey, hands still clasped in her lap, gasped, green eyes wide. She recognized the scent immediately. Nora mentioned a girlfriend over the course of the evening, and she imagined that that was probably the reason for the passive aggressive dishwashing, and now she was looking at that person in, well, person. But the alpha, that scent, it didn't belong to the girl who stumbled in with equally as wide eyes, looking first in the kitchen where her girlfriend was doing the dishes that she'd been told to do, then to the girl sitting on the couch looking awkward and out of place as hell. "Who is this?" Ash asked, throwing a hand in gesture to said girl, and stomped over to the kitchen eyes locked on her girlfriend.
Audrey in the meantime had turned all of her attention on the man that came stumbling in with the aforementioned girlfriend, her breath catching in her throat.
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Posted 01-08-2018, 05:51 PM
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