[Violet had gone back to her room to find a place for her new
music box she had bought at the festival. Her desk had been completely rearranged to house it in a way that gave the space good flow; happy with the new layout, she turned the knob to listen to it, watching the little horses spin round and round
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That box came from the voodoo fair?
He tries to ask, but all that comes out is a meow.]
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What is it, Kitty?
[Maybe he's hungry, or doesn't like the sound of the music box, or doesn't like the little noises the communicator made.]
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He limps towards the desk, blatantly ignoring the fact he should be resting his delicate foreleg and jumping on the chair. Then he sits on his haunches, swiping out with his good paw and spinning the horses on the music box before looking up at Violet expectantly.]
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What do you think? You don't think it's cursed, do you?
[All the same, she reaches down to give him some ear skritches.]
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Are you sure it has to do with whatever you got at the voodoo place?
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I got all... tingly. Listening to that thing. I've gotten chills and stuff from music before, but this was completely different. So yeah, it might be voodoo,
[...Wow, did she just... blatantly admit she discarded logic to now believe in magic?]
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Though... I think the mole on my back seems a little darker than usual.
[Before she realizes what she's doing, she lifts up her shirt to look at it; lower back, on the left.] Yeah, it definitely seems darker---
[DEAR GOD WHAT IS SHE DOING ON CAMERA. WHILE TALKING TO DON, NO LESS. A blush rises to her cheeks and she throws down her shirt.]
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