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Dec. 28th, 2009 12:54 am[It's late. It's dark, and Anemone's in her room on her bed hugging her pillow.
And, um...
Sobbing. And throwing a rather ridiculous tantrum and screaming over how 'life hates her' and 'worst after-christmas ever' and 'Winter's awful', and how she just wants to crawl in a hole.
Gulliver noses back into view, because he turned it on. Consider this a cry for help from a sleepy, frightened futuristic pig-dog.
Anemone stops screaming for a moment, in time to notice the communicator, and throws her pillow angrily at it.]
STOP PLAYING WITH THAT!
[And collision. The communicator falls, giving a more aerial angle, and showing more of the ceiling. Gulliver's bolted, and hides under the bed. Anemone pauses, peeking over at him... and then just starts crying. And loudly.
Horton, I hope you don't plan on sleeping tonight.]
And, um...
Sobbing. And throwing a rather ridiculous tantrum and screaming over how 'life hates her' and 'worst after-christmas ever' and 'Winter's awful', and how she just wants to crawl in a hole.
Gulliver noses back into view, because he turned it on. Consider this a cry for help from a sleepy, frightened futuristic pig-dog.
Anemone stops screaming for a moment, in time to notice the communicator, and throws her pillow angrily at it.]
STOP PLAYING WITH THAT!
[And collision. The communicator falls, giving a more aerial angle, and showing more of the ceiling. Gulliver's bolted, and hides under the bed. Anemone pauses, peeking over at him... and then just starts crying. And loudly.
Horton, I hope you don't plan on sleeping tonight.]
