un: gioia. flatmates wanted.

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Name: gwenaëlle wynne-york
Date: 26th.
Format: text.

( afterwards—

she doesn't want to talk about what happened. she doesn't have to, it turns out, because when she's well enough to convince someone she's well enough to go home, there isn't anyone there except putin, distraught, and mercifully looking like someone has been feeding him. she knocks on a few doors to figure out which neighbour to thank and dispassionately catalogues in her mind how they all look at her (mirrorbound; traumatized) when they answer their doors in case some time it matters. )

I have some spare rooms in my house now for people who aren't weird about dogs since it's my house now.

( after the post has stood for a while, an addition is made: )

I'm also in need of someone to bond with or I'm going to end up less house-broken than Putinka. It's supposed to be witches and monsters, isn't it? I don't know anyone to bond with, so if there are witches who'd be interested in rolling the dice, let me know.

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I—

( wh.

there's a pause. )

Do you like dogs?

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I've not met many, [ever-truthful,] but I don't dislike 'em.

I'm Myr Shivana, by the by.