Mun is desperate to put her out there - she's not impressed.

[sandradeed]

Oh, please.

You mean to tell me that you dragged my cookies all the way over to this site here just so maybe, MAYBE someone would talk to me?

That's...actually pretty sad. Not sad because I'm lonely, boo-hoo - I'm not like that, not anymore. But sad for you, sitting there with your sad puppy dog eyes, tapping at your keyboard and worrying, worrying, worrying.

I've got some news for you.

NO ONE CARES.

You're sick, aren't you? Shouldn't you be resting, instead of beating a dead horse?

Or dead frog, I guess.

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[painteddoll]

[Scowl. When Doll's eyebrows knit together, the porcelain cracks grind, both uncomfortable to hear and, perhaps - though she'd never admit - to feel. If she more readily made sounds of her own, she would have snorted. Instead, she just makes the face for it, then primp her shoulder-tulle and roll her head along with her eyes. Such attitude, so quickly!]

[sandradeed]

[Dart smirks, giggling darkly and shining her knife on her sweater.]

Don't like being on the receiving end very much, do ya?