pilot_princess: (possessive and pouty)
[There's an Anemone. A cranky, miserable Anemone, with a bright red nose and scowling.]

Why is it so cold?! There's just... ice all over the place! Okay, who's trying to freeze us? Because it's not funny!

[And with another sharp glare, she opens her mouth again, probably to yell more, but then her nose twitches... and her eyes close... she takes a slow breath...]

Ah...a... ahh--ACHOO!!
pilot_princess: (with him; my flower)
When is it going to stop snowing? I hate the winter. I want to go home.
pilot_princess: (Sleeping)
[It starts out with coughing. After a few long seconds of this, Anemone takes a few short pants, trying to catch her breath. She sounds tired and strained, worn out, like she's talking just to talk. It's not to anyone particular; actually, she can't even recall turning on her communicator.]

H-hiber...nat...ing... like... bugs...

B-b-but... Ane-mo... ne... is a...ffflower.

Flower... bug...

[She coughs again. Something metal clanks against the ground, followed by a thud of her falling. She spends a good deal trying to catch her breath.]

W-where... did I... end... u-up...?
pilot_princess: (On the Verge of Tears)
[There's no sound but static for a good minute or so, before Anemone sighs softly.]

Guess I lost, huh...

...it's still cold. Oh... right.
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