[There is a hint of relief to Lightning's sigh as Snow finally gets up, and she turns to watch as Mew tilts its head, chair still floating as it contemplates Snow and his hand like it's actually going to listen and give it back. But it seems to think that course of action is a terrible idea, because it instead blows a small pink bubble into Snow's face, giggling as it pops right there. It's more of a shock value than anything, feeling like a light breeze, but it's still enough to get Lightning to roll her eyes.]
Don't bother. If there's one thing I know about this place, it's that they never listen to us.
[Gesturing to the foot of her bed after a second; plenty of room there, Snow. Not even you're that big.]
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Date: 2012-05-25 05:13 pm (UTC)Don't bother. If there's one thing I know about this place, it's that they never listen to us.
[Gesturing to the foot of her bed after a second; plenty of room there, Snow. Not even you're that big.]