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Natalie had returned from another stay in Toronto yesterday, via a short layover – the length of a cup of coffee – in Fandom. Things in Toronto were... well. They were okay. Good, even. The school part was going great, as might have been predicted, and the social was interesting, for lack of a better word. She was integrating into some circles, as much as she ever did.
But it was still good to be here where she had space and quiet, and Moxy rubbed himself against her ankles and purred. It was still early, almost too early to be awake, even. She figured she could steal some time to herself.
So she got her guitar and sat down on her living room floor. She could play something, just for herself.
[ooc: NFB, but open!]
But it was still good to be here where she had space and quiet, and Moxy rubbed himself against her ankles and purred. It was still early, almost too early to be awake, even. She figured she could steal some time to herself.
So she got her guitar and sat down on her living room floor. She could play something, just for herself.
[ooc: NFB, but open!]
