Really, it was all a certain horror author she'd grown fond of over one summer vacation, not her original thought at all. But she'd happily tell him about that later, once it was all over. For now, her focus remained on keeping the topiary on its toes, having it circle the Corrupted cat, keeping up that growl. The cat swiped at the foliage, sending leaves and twigs showering down around it.
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Date: 2019-07-01 12:30 am (UTC)