~Nineteen~

[demented_mama]

[Backdated to early in the afternoon, ideally before some of her housemates really get hit. The journal gives a crooked view of a carpet covered in sheets with pumpkins scattered on top, some already cut in with very realistic faces (and designs of scars, black-eyes, and droplets of blood, someone managed to find some holiday spirit).]Hmmhmhm,

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1/4 ;D

[demented_mama]

[Give her a second, there's still too much pumpkin in the way for her to see you and probably address you. And oh yes, she's been feeling so fine despite so many of the village going on their own little trip to hell.

You'll hear a pleased noise when her face finally comes into the camera's view, forearms resting on the top of her pumpkin.]

[demented_mama]

Hmmhm, very astute~

[She'll tilt her head, taking him in and she does see his wings, those have to be his wings and then he can probably tell the exact moment when her eyes spy his headband and that halo.]

[demented_mama]

[Considering a second later she's going to cover her mouth with both hands and lean back with some very loud laughter. Give her a second ♥]