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Emily Wyatt ([personal profile] italianbeefstew) wrote in [community profile] soddersays 2018-11-02 05:50 am (UTC)

[She stands as he questions her, looking surprised.]

Well no, but that doesn't exactly mean I want to stand around and watch anyone else have something happen to them. I am an officer after all.

[And despite whether she knows a person or not, she isn't going to just let them hurt themselves right in front of her.

For a moment she worries her lower lip, absentmindedly tapping a finger not far from the walkie-talkie still strapped to her shoulder. She looks back to the dollhouse, over to the man and those suspicious refreshments... and then sighs.

In the next moment she seems to square up her shoulders and make her way over as well, snatching up the glass of punch with something like bravado. She sounds stern and a little chiding, though there's no angry bite to it.]


Alright, you take the cake and I'll take the punch. But if this is a dream and we both die, I'm going to blame it on you once I jolt awake.

[If she did. Life is a dubious thing for Emily at this point.]

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