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[rosebyanyother]

"Morrigan Prince. I'm afraid I'm too busy to answer at the moment, but leave a message and I promise to respond as soon as I'm able."

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[rosebyanyother]

[Peter listens, coming around the other side of the couch to settle himself there too. They've talked a bit about themselves while they've had this arrangement but not very many personal things. He's curious.]

It sounds like you were popular, even back then.

[Popular....or hated. Probably popular though.]

[fuckinabucket]

I suppose you could put it that way [ she's a bit sarcastic, but the sentiment doesn't do too much to crumple her comfortable composure. This is not really her favorite topic, but at the same time, Peter is so far and removed from her world and its stupid social constructs that its a bit easier to talk to him about it. She doesn't want their amiable little conversation to devolve into something pitying-- people don't often know what to say after something like 'my whole family was killed when I was thirteen' thing. ]

I... guess you could say I lost my family to the war, and some bastard thought it would be smashing to write an article about it. Small towns, always lacking for finer entertainment

Plus, I was always rather brilliant. I aced all the advanced Mathematics and Chemistry courses, even though most of my classmates were boys, because it wasn't every girl who could talk her way into those seminars

Maybe I would have been a whole lot less interesting if we had a decent local pub