[Ever since she had watched Kip disintegrate before her very eyes, it felt as if the fight had been entirely drawn out of her. She'd woken up every hour the night previous, feeling pressure around her neck, hearing a voice within her head. Kip had been the one to encourage her to find a new home, and now...? Even he was gone.
After showering herself off, Angel found herself sliding into the pool. She practiced doggy paddling just as Nari had taught her. She stuck to the shallows, and swam only from one side to the other, but at least it was an attempt.
Later she made her way to the kitchen, and tore her way through a recipe book, before finally settling on something. The result was a rather lumpy, messily frosted, but still entirely edible cake. It was placed in the dining room, next to a note with only a smiley face.
Finally, Angel found herself in the karaoke bar. It felt wrong, felt sick being in here after what happened. As it was, she could only stomach being there for a few moments, long enough to swipe a bottle and slink into the rest area, so long as no one stopped her, at least.
Despite sitting in there for a good hour, the bottle remained filled, despite being opened. She stared at it, trying to will herself to simply taste it. This place was meant to be her second chance. And if her father was soon to find her, or if she was meant to go back to him, then she wanted to do so defiantly as possible
Welcome, Fantasy Sweet, to a delayed teenage rebellion.]
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After showering herself off, Angel found herself sliding into the pool. She practiced doggy paddling just as Nari had taught her. She stuck to the shallows, and swam only from one side to the other, but at least it was an attempt.
Later she made her way to the kitchen, and tore her way through a recipe book, before finally settling on something. The result was a rather lumpy, messily frosted, but still entirely edible cake. It was placed in the dining room, next to a note with only a smiley face.
Finally, Angel found herself in the karaoke bar. It felt wrong, felt sick being in here after what happened. As it was, she could only stomach being there for a few moments, long enough to swipe a bottle and slink into the rest area, so long as no one stopped her, at least.
Despite sitting in there for a good hour, the bottle remained filled, despite being opened. She stared at it, trying to will herself to simply taste it. This place was meant to be her second chance. And if her father was soon to find her, or if she was meant to go back to him, then she wanted to do so defiantly as possible
Welcome, Fantasy Sweet, to a delayed teenage rebellion.]