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[shadow-puppetry.livejournal.com]

[sitting in an armchair in this dress, drinking tea from a small porcelain cup. On her lap lies an open book.]

So that was what all the fuss was about? They're only shadows.

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[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

[shoving himself on the arm of the chair, sprawling over the side so he can peer down at the book.]

Some people get scared easily. I think they're amusing to watch.

[shadow-puppetry.livejournal.com]

[glances distastefully at the intruder, shifting away slightly.]

They are seldom annoyances, too.

[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

There are a lot of places to escape them.

[reaches out to lift the page a little.]

[shadow-puppetry.livejournal.com]

[slaps his hand aside.]

That would not be necessary if they were not annoying in the first place.

[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

[reaches out to catch her wrist, glaring.]

And you think you're crowd control? They won't change just because one little girl is angry.

[shadow-puppetry.livejournal.com]

[very carefully sets her cup aside with her free hand and returns Roxas's glare.]

I did not give you permission to touch me.

[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

And what're you going to do if I don't stop?

[shadow-puppetry.livejournal.com]

[the book in her lap glows, along with the rose ring on her finger. Like vines, shadows emerge from the pages and surge towards Roxas, intent on seizing him about the neck and wrists]