Nepeta: Try to stop caring (and fail at it).

[rogueofheart]

[The kitchen is in shambles, so watch your step. Empty milk cartons are scattered around, as if someone decided to drink the castle's supply of milk and just toss the garbage aside. In fact, that's exactly what happened. The fridge is completely empty of milk and milk-substitutes. There are also little puddles of milk that seem to have seeped out from the discarded cartons, pooling where they may.

And in the center of the kitchen? There's one feline troll laying on her back and staring at the ceiling with a vacant, far off expression. She makes no attempt to move out of anyone's way, letting anyone who passes simply walk around her.

Her journal lays discarded a few feet away from her, open and with only a few words written. It's as far as she got before the milk binge began.]

Rose left, too.

Comments

[silentrunning]

It still sucks.

[Chell sighs.]

Are you drunk?

[rogueofheart]

[She scoffs lightly.]

No, I just drank a pawful lot of milk.

[silentrunning]

[Hey. It sounds good to her.]

Mmmm. Sounds like a good thing to do.

[OOC: And thanks to you I am now going to get some milk.]

[rogueofheart]

I'm starting to doubt that.

[She brings a hand up to her stomach and groans lightly. She's glad she doesn't really know anyone currently with her in the kitchen.]

[silentrunning]

Did you get a milk bellyache?

[rogueofheart]

No.

[pause]

Yes.