[she looked in the mirror again. She felt prettier this way asa well. BUt yes, she had a name. Her own self now. It felt better. More empowering. Strange how that worked.]
[She leaned back into the couch seat and rested the mirror in her lap, watching him.]
I should be much better in a week. Give me a bit and I'll get over this... this... being weak thing. [she sounded disgusted, no longer the robot tin sounding voice, but something a bit more regulated. Something stronger feeling as she spoke, less broken (though once in a while it would fitz bit. She would still need to have it fixed properly, maybe she could use it then).]
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Date: 2014-12-24 02:27 am (UTC)[She leaned back into the couch seat and rested the mirror in her lap, watching him.]
I should be much better in a week. Give me a bit and I'll get over this... this... being weak thing. [she sounded disgusted, no longer the robot tin sounding voice, but something a bit more regulated. Something stronger feeling as she spoke, less broken (though once in a while it would fitz bit. She would still need to have it fixed properly, maybe she could use it then).]