I'm having an odd dream about feathered snakes when I finally start to wake up. My memory is disturbingly blank for a second, and then I feel the pain slowly radiating out from my left cheekbone.
A sing-song voice addresses me, one I don't recognize. My eyes fly open and I sit up as best I can, lifting one hand to lightly brush over the bruised flesh.
"Clients don't usually ambush me," I say groggily, trying to squint through the sudden bright light to see who's there.
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[Which scenario is this, I wonder~]
Date: 2012-05-14 07:15 pm (UTC)A sing-song voice addresses me, one I don't recognize. My eyes fly open and I sit up as best I can, lifting one hand to lightly brush over the bruised flesh.
"Clients don't usually ambush me," I say groggily, trying to squint through the sudden bright light to see who's there.