"Well... hm. I already told her that the man-eating clowns that devour people in their sleep such that everyone in her world is forced to magic their sleep into mice... don't exist here, but she still didn't seem too thrilled about the idea of sleeping. Had to go buy her these mice, earlier today, since a bunch of hers died for some reason."
Trevor stares.
"...I'm not making that up, by the way. She might be?"
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Date: 2014-12-10 12:54 am (UTC)Trevor stares.
"...I'm not making that up, by the way. She might be?"