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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 19, 2012 12:44:31 GMT -5
Ah.... Just like him it would seem. Hooked on to something that should be helping him; but ultimately it ends up hurting him and everyone around him. She didn't say much else about it but if he had to guess, she probably did some things she wasn't proud of to get it.
Similar to his experiences most likely. He nodded as they entered the mansion, going to the kitchen through the back door.
"It must have been difficult," he said.
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Post by Sonja Maaria Harmaja on Dec 20, 2012 8:24:52 GMT -5
Sonja hadn't even thought about bottling the milk before they reached the kitchen. How was she going to store the milk? She glanced at the fridge - fortunately it was a large one. Now if she'd only find something to keep things from falling into the milk...
"Yeah," she replied to Markus, absent-mindedly. She didn't really like talking about the worst times of her addiction, since those times were only days away. Three days ago she'd been happily popping pills, confident that she'd get more of them once she had no more. Well, things change. Fast.
"Are there wide, low bowls or gigantic plates in this place? Or bottles and a funnel?" she asked. It would make their lives a lot easier if the milk was in smaller bottles. Taking it from the bucket would be a pain.
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Jan 12, 2013 0:56:08 GMT -5
Bowls, plates or bottles? Markus didn't have a clue if there was any of that in the kitchen. It wouldn't had surprised him if there were though. This place had everything. And he meant everything.
The dark haired adult set the basket of eggs on the counter and crossed to the pantry, looking through the cabinets and such for anything. After a minute or two, he did find a funnel, a measuring cup and 20 glass bottles.
"These look good," he said, bringing it out and placing it on another counter.
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