For Chris, Armand, or really anyone...

[glacianbitch]

Karla is hiding. She wouldn't put it that way, but she is. She hasn't quite locked the door, but she is sitting in a corner of her room on the windowseat, hidden behind the curtains, forehead pressed to the window and knees drawn to her chest. She is very much not in a happy place. She wants some loved male people.

Karla never thought to see her

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[sweariwontdie]

Not sensing the tension and excited about the house, Armand goes to find Karla. He's troubled at the state he finds her in. "Karla, love?"

[glacianbitch]

Karla looks up, her eyes wide and biting her lip hard enough that it's started to bleed. She blinks at him for a few moments before murmuring in a slightly hoarse voice, "H'lo, Armand."

[sweariwontdie]

Now more worried, Armand runs to her to embrace her. "What's wrong?"

[glacianbitch]

He may get clung to. She buries her head in his shoulder and takes a deep, shuddery breath of Armand smell. "Someone's playing nasty games again," she says in a voice, trying to sound exasperated, but her voice is still very shaky.