definitely homeless, mostly playing around because the mun has too many feels

[shewhointoxicates]

You shouldn't have done this. Why didn't you listen to him when he told you not to bring me here?

[She looks around, eyes wide, scanning the area around her as she's so used to doing now. Even being outside her house feels strange, as though at any moment she might be attacked. She leans in to speak to her mun softly. She doesn't want to draw any unnecessary attention.]

The journal name is... well, it proves that you're adept at using Google. I'm not sure if it describes me. Unless this is some kind sick commentary on the fact that someone is stalking me.

[She takes a deep breath before speaking again.]

I don't know what you're planning, but it can't happen yet. You know why. This isn't fair to he or I, and you could be putting both of us in danger. Please just.. if I have to be here, I need to stay inside of your head. Spence said that you protect your muses and, as much as I hate it, it's what I need right now.

Please don't bring me here again.