 Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese
Deciding to milk the scene, as theatre brats will do, Liv allowed her wicker basket to fall to the ground, the small book within flying out and falling into the dirt. Pulling a face as Rooston made himself comfortable in the room beyond, she bent at the waist to retrieve her beloved book; dusting off its cover with her hands. Add a touch of dramatic eyerolling, as well as an exaggeratedly annoyed sigh, and Belliv proceeded inside the office.
Fixing her skirts, she fluffed them out, carefully taking a seat.
/end scene.
"Professor." Belliv smiled warmly.
__________________ We live in cities you'll never see onscreen..._______________________________________________
So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________
Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
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