She looked around the corner that she made her home. Tangerines littered the area making her feel worse than a cal lady from times of old. The older ones from before her entrance still were skeptical as they sat on what she used as a mantle, a few of them she had scarred during her studies.
Her studies.
What did she end up doing with those? She never actually finished them. At least she didn’t think she did, her papers were probably around somewhere. Now that she thought of it, they were probably under a pile of junk somewhere in the tangerine lair. She just might have to clean up at some point, but she had a busy schedule. She spent her mornings in the greasy English coffee shop and evenings in a scummy bar, her feet wanted to walk new streets, but she didn’t want to leave. Home was hard to find and she had found home here.
A small shriveled tangerine bumped against her ankle, there was a slit in it and the fluffy orange interior poked through. “You poor thing,” she murmured and picked up the small orb. As she stepped around the tangerines and made her way towards one of the few spots that was tangerine free. She sat in her laz-e-boy and looked down at the tangerine in her hand; it looked as if it was offering up a small piece of its innards. “
A slice of your mind,” she smiled to her self.
Her hand caressed the side of the orange fruit, circling around a small crescent shaped scar. The tangerine rolled itself around, pushing the piece of itself into her fingers. She frowned as she tugged d the bit or orange flesh from the tangerine. It nudged her hand, pressing it up towards her mouth. “Eat it?” she asked. The fruit seemed to nod. Slowly she bit into the soft slice; the tart juice making her wonder briefly if this could be considered cannibalism. As she swallowed she was transported to a spot that looked like her corner but looking exactly how she had originally found it.
She dusted herself off and stood up, the tangerines had all disappeared. She rushed to the end of the alley and looked around. Her heart seemed to stop, DarkFox. He couldn’t be… no. DarkFox was… was…
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