mimi
she/her
twenty-eight
july 29
twinleaf, sinnoh
demisexual
veteran trainer
cadet
When your temper rises, lower your fists. When your fists rise, lower your temper.
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Mimi Cheng
cursed [c]
POSTED ON Aug 23, 2020 18:57:21 GMT
[attr="class","mimi"]empty, just like lance says. mimi finds it disappointing, but the swiftness with which he wants to leave has her grip on his hand tightening. she agrees that they should move on, but there's something really odd about this room that makes her want to stay if only to figure it out. "not so fast, knight."
her gaze scans the bed, one of the only places that lance's phone can shed light to. "the bed is clean," she finally concludes. everything but the bed is dusty, consistent with the long time she expects the bedroom to have gone unused. but the pink bed in the center? not a single speck of dust. she frowns, taking in the implications.
before she can decide whether they have a ghost using the bed or there's actually someone else living in this rundown house, the sound of wood being dragged startles her. she turns around to find the dresser now placed in front of the door. now that's scary. she takes a step closer to lance.
"who's there?" she calls, but no answer comes.
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