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[OC/RP, Incapable of speech.]

Danuta

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Wander. [OC/RP, Incapable of speech.]

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Proceeds to wander off to the kitchen and snap one of the faucet’s knobs off with her unwieldy claw before drinking from the tap.


Coughs up a moth. Blinks.


...She's now pawing at the front door like a dog who's home alone.


And the /enormous metal claw/ throws the imitation off just a touch.


She can't lift her arms especially high, not that she ever could before.


She isn't at all sure of how she got into this costume. And it's really not very roomy.


The ever-red-clad figure pushes the closet that she seems to have slept in open, pale blue eyes blinking slowly before she yawns.


She's not at all happy about the bathing situation, sulking after the /extreme betrayal of trust/ that cleaning her up was.


She places her hand and pincers behind one of the spikes, the cable that connects them loose as she breathes deeply for a few moments.


She finds her eyes fixed on one of several ornamental metal spikes located on top of a nearby short fence. People stare. As always.


Pale-skinned legs have carried her a few roads away from her current home, her caution lessened by recent security.


She seems to have just missed her companion... The ceiling fan will doubtless solve whatever prompted her urge to approach him.


//*retcons height into smallness because oh my goodness this dynamic help me*


She /could/ go outside. The option was made fairly clear. But since the incident with the cable, staying inside has become so... Correct.


//Of course she's with someone taller than her, but just in case, re-informing for the sake of fluidity and such.


//Quick moment to clear up a potential misconception, Danuta is actually tall if anyone thought otherwise. Six foot four, in fact.


Walls closing in. Much quicker than they should. Eyes widen. Legs shaking. Pincers pressed together, as hard as they can.


Still indoors. Under orders. Disturbingly reminiscent of past events. For valid reasons or not, the comfort of her living space is fading.


Nothing good can come of it. Nothing good has ever come of it.


She's grown restless after a week. Become agitated. She needs to follow him, but she can't be inside for much longer.


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