scar
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Post by scar on Jun 11, 2017 10:45:32 GMT -5
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Bisexual
dou
✩ no one does it better
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Post by dou on Jun 11, 2017 11:33:41 GMT -5
Margaret Dwinle "Why am I always getting the stupid ones?" - - - The soft light of dawn filtered into the windows, illuminating the white master bedroom. The queen-sized bed was made carefully, a lump under the blanket. Soft breaths escaped from the loaf of blankets, auburn hair messed up.
Sniff. Sniff.
Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-
A petite hand flashed from under the creamy hued blankets, muting the alarm. The blankets moved from the bump on the bed, revealing a soft-featured woman. Soft features, light brown dots freckling her features and long, dark eyelashes shielding the eyes. A small kitten was curled beside the woman, her hand moving to pet the small creature. The auburn-haired woman sat up, running a hand through her hair before she moved her blankets, hand rubbing at her eyes as she got up from her comfortable bed.
Margaret lived alone- as alone as you can get with two kittens and a rambunctious puppy. The twenty-one year old made her way to the bathroom, her hand continuing to rub the sleep from her eyes. She stopped in her tracks, looking into the mirror that hung from the bathroom wall. She widened her eyes, eyebrows furrowing.
"Oh dear. This will not do!" she exclaimed, her voice a soft soprano. Margaret grabbed her black hair-brush, running it through her thick, curly locks of brown. Her green eyes closed as she winced, the brush pulling through knots in her hair and causing pain.
The woman quickly finished what she had to do in the bathroom, exiting and glancing at the time.
7:30.
A few more hours until she had to be at work. Not too bad.
Margaret walked from her bedroom, leaving her door open as she headed towards the kitchen. She was greeted with the excited yelp from her puppy. She smiled, kneeling down as her silver lab rushed to greet her with his puppy-soft tongue. Margaret giggled, petting the dog with happiness.
Soft kisses patterned the puppy's face, green eyes closing as the puppy panted happily. The woman smiled and got up, running a hand through her soft locks. She headed back towards the kitchen and washed her hands off, grabbing a bowl and pouring in cheerios. Then milk. She sat at the bar, eating away at her breakfast as she watched her puppy play with the smallest kitten of the two- the black-and-white one. She giggled, shaking her head before standing up and walking towards the sink. She rinsed off her dish before opening the dishwasher and putting the dishes in. "Alrighty! Crepsley, c'mere boy!"
The silver lab rushed over to her, and the woman giggled once more. She filled his bowl along with the kittens' and turned and walked back towards her bedroom.
Stepping into the lightened room, Margaret let out a soft sigh, grabbing two towels and walking towards the bathroom.
About twenty-five minutes later, the woman exited the bathroom, her hair wrapped up in a towel, along with her small frame. Margaret quickly escaped from her towel, and let herself get dressed, a black, short skirt and a white blouse. She looked into the body-mirror and smiled at herself, nodding quickly and sliding into a pair of high-heels. She put on some natural-looking makeup, squinting before she left the room.
Her shoes clicked against the floor before she called behind her, a white smile flashing. "Goodbye, boys!" she purred, leaving the house and locking it. The woman got into the car and drove her way to work, getting there a few minutes early.
The fifteen minutes passed and it was time for Margaret to clock in. The woman walked into the building and checking in with the secretary, faux smiles all over her delicate features. She then walked towards her office. She sat down before she heard the familiar tone of voice from her boss, her happy-go-lucky persona disappeared.
"Detective Dwinal, you're to be working with someone today. Strong case and we needed help." he spoke, his voice low.
The woman sighed, turning around in her chair before looking up at the man. "Alright, sir. I'll contact them. Office number?"
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