Leave it to Mother to kill arguments just by appearing.
Lindianne gives Voodoo and Rabbit one last fond little shake before she lets them go. She does also mock-punch Preacher on the bicep as she heads towards Mother. So much for movie night. So much for relaxation. It never really ends.
"Mother." She gives him a little smile. (She tries for 'carefree', but winds up somewhere in the vicinity of 'guarded'.) "Sir, forgive the comment, but... damn. You need some shut-eye toot suite." Or some coffee, at the very least.
She's not dressed for going outside of the Post Office. She's switched to an oversized sweatshirt and a wool sweater instead of her usual cold-weather gear. She looks more prepared for a long nap than any sort of combat situation.
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Date: 2016-05-24 07:46 am (UTC)Lindianne gives Voodoo and Rabbit one last fond little shake before she lets them go. She does also mock-punch Preacher on the bicep as she heads towards Mother. So much for movie night. So much for relaxation. It never really ends.
"Mother." She gives him a little smile. (She tries for 'carefree', but winds up somewhere in the vicinity of 'guarded'.) "Sir, forgive the comment, but... damn. You need some shut-eye toot suite." Or some coffee, at the very least.
She's not dressed for going outside of the Post Office. She's switched to an oversized sweatshirt and a wool sweater instead of her usual cold-weather gear. She looks more prepared for a long nap than any sort of combat situation.
"...Something happen?"