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thinkb4ublink[Slater looks exhausted. He's leaning on his desk and has his hand covering his face.] This better be a short one, Admiral. [Those who are sensitive will feel tired down to the bone, defensive and somewhere between resignation and frustration but not really great examples of either.]
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on 12/4/12 07:09 pm (UTC)[ She can't sense other's feelings, but she's projecting a sadistic joy of her own. ]
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on 13/4/12 12:22 am (UTC)[ You guys are all morons she doesn't have snakes in her hair they're supposed to be inside her. >:C ]
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on 12/4/12 07:56 pm (UTC)[A smirk; have a heaping helping of vicious amusement, prickly curiosity, and an undercurrent of the hungriest you've ever been, all with an edge of a baser nature. It's not exactly human, what you're getting over there, Roy.]
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on 12/4/12 10:06 pm (UTC)[He reaches forward and disconnects, freeing himself of that particular emotion-set. Yeah, he feels better without the hunger. Human, he realises, after a second, and puts him on the 'avoid' list.]
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