[ Dorothy likes to act on impulse more often than not, except when the situation calls on not. But this particular impulse is strange, because she can't quite place it. It's a nagging, uncomfortable feeling that's making her feel drained and unhappy and kind of a little ill but no matter what she does, it's not going away.
Until. She catches a glimpse of a semi-familiar face, wherever she may be and it clicks first in her instincts before her brain can catch up.
Which is why-- sorry, Elsa. There's someone sprinting your way to throw her arms around you, more than a little startled herself. ]
Week 1, Monday
Until. She catches a glimpse of a semi-familiar face, wherever she may be and it clicks first in her instincts before her brain can catch up.
Which is why-- sorry, Elsa. There's someone sprinting your way to throw her arms around you, more than a little startled herself. ]