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widows_kiss) wrote2014-04-21 10:32 am
widows_kiss) wrote2014-04-21 10:32 am
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"You've reached Natasha. You know what to do."
"You've reached Natasha. You know what to do."
"You've reached Natasha. You know what to do."
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[ Natasha is more interested for the moment in taking in her surroundings, eyes skimming the room and taking in every detail, learning from it what she can. It's different than hers - much. Her room here had automatically shifted to resemble the flat she keeps in New York. She'd considered changing it but ultimately decided not to. Even then, there were parts of it that were mostly for show, occasionally flavored with something real.
As much as anything could be claimed to be real here, at least. ]
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[ Natasha arches her brow, in genuine amusement. Persephone ate six pomegranate seeds, didn't she? Well, the other one will notice eventually. Nothing here resembles a home. Natasha hasn't built one in her time — away, from the team. There are places to keep weapons and the bedsheet is personalised: may as well sleep on something comfortable. ]