Dalia stretched her legs and limbs out as she paced around the room, her blanket still around her neck as she nibbled on the end of a flower bobbing it up and down in the air waiting impatiently for 8’s arrival. She was getting bored. And she HATED to be bored. And she was running out of flowers to be bored with. They were suposively suppose to go to some place or start to go to someplace soon to do something stupid that better be not boring. And she had been restless for a while now and thus waiting for 8 for almost as long.
At least she could pretend time was going faster in the cage. She grumbled as the flower shook with the movement of her mouth. She didn’t like the man by any means after what he did to her family but she and her family were honestly no better so she couldn’t hold it against him totally… just enough to not like him… She wondered if anyone found her parents in the streets that night or her uncle...the bodies… she wondered if they were in jails now if anyone found them and found out who they were really. She wondered WHEN THE HELL WOULD 8 GET HIS STUPID BUTT WIPE FACE DOWN IN HER ROOM SO THEY COULD GO!
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At least she could pretend time was going faster in the cage. She grumbled as the flower shook with the movement of her mouth. She didn’t like the man by any means after what he did to her family but she and her family were honestly no better so she couldn’t hold it against him totally… just enough to not like him… She wondered if anyone found her parents in the streets that night or her uncle...the bodies… she wondered if they were in jails now if anyone found them and found out who they were really. She wondered WHEN THE HELL WOULD 8 GET HIS STUPID BUTT WIPE FACE DOWN IN HER ROOM SO THEY COULD GO!
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