Cthulhu Campfire, Thursday Evening

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"Ow." Dawn was stretched out on the grass, holding ice bags to places where Vi had made contact. She should have known better than to spar with a slayer, but it seemed almost normal, and she'd gotten carried away, and "Ow."

Maybe if she was lucky, the ibuprofen fairy would drop by.

[ooc: Open to everyone!]

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"Not really, no," she admitted, "I'm more your 'get kidnapped and wait until someone shows up with the keys to the handcuffs' type. But I'm trying to change that."

"Oh, well. Um, good. Most of my lectures are of the 'stop doing this' variety."

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Naminé laughed a little at that. "Unfortunately, that seems to be my lot in life as well. I already have someone's assistance pledged in case it should happen again."

"People don't want you to do things? Are they protective, perhaps?"



(OOC: Sorry, had to use this icon. Sup, fellow bait?)

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn rolled her eyes. "The word you're looking for is overprotective," she stressed, "And yes. In unnatural ways, lots of the time."

(OOC: No problem! *waves back*)