you're the fairy bomberman

Natalie was not doing much. She had not been doing much for the last several days, in fact. This had a lot to do with her lack of limbs and therefore lack of any significant autonomy, and there was only so much time she felt like trying to slither up Peter's arm to at least see the world from a higher vantage point.

She was doing nothing of the sort at the current moment. She was just coiled up on Peter's bed and thinking semi-snakelike thoughts about hibernation.

[ooc: For that guy whose room I just modded.]