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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 215px; height: 40px; margin-bottom: -6px; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 140%;][justify][font=arial]'cause i'm only, i'm only [b]living for today
and i know you're understanding what i say
so i'm keeping my [i]heart safe and sound
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[fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=silver; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px; height: 200px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 26px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; height: 200px; padding: 0px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=#1F1818]Hana woke up snuggled tight against Waverly's chest, her mind reeling with unanswered questions. What had happened the night before? Hana was unsure -- this amnesiac feeling was unfamiliar to the poor girl, as never before had she gone and had sex with a mere friend while drunk. The girl's one-night-stands were always with two sober parties.
Then, Hana flipped over to face away from Waverly; her bicolored eyes fell upon an empty bottle of champagne, lodged tight in a crevice of the bar's couch. Like a torrential downpour, the previous night's events all flooded back. Hana felt awful as she looked back over at her sleeping friend; drunken consent was not consent, and Hana stressed consent. The disgust Hana had for herself manifested in a familiar and unhappy feeling; a feeling that led the calico to scramble off the couch and run away, leap atop the counter, and hang her head over the sink. Hana was in no good state; her head was pounding, her metaphorical heart was aching, and her organs were coming out of her mouth. Hence, the sink. The girl just shut her eyes tight and let her guts pour out, reaching out to blindly turn on the water with one paw. Hopefully, thought the riverguard, I'm not puking up blood right now. Not that Hana was going to look and find out, of course; there were some things that were better not seen.
Having finished her little vomit-spree, the calico let out a low groan, covered her head with her paws, and set to moping with her face in the sink. There was no use in moving back to the couch; the girl would surely vomit again. The faucet stayed on, the sound serving as a steady background track to drown out the bustle of RiverClan's morning activities. There were clanmates living right above the bar, after all.
Hana's paws moved from her face to her ears. The calico wished she had her Game Boy with her. A sobering realization hit Hana like a pot full of bricks: I f#cked up my chance with Waverly.
Surely, the dog now knew Hana as the one hour of fun that she truly was. Waverly just had a one-night-stand with the riverguard; why should she want more? Rarely did anyone else want much past that. Hell, even Cryingangel walked away not long after the two got physical. Hana suddenly felt much more disdain for her life choices than she previously had. Did the calico doom herself to an eternity of lovelessness just because she f#cked a lot of people? That was a rather bleak thought. Hana was not used to such pessimistic thinking.
The calico groaned again, pressing her ears against her skull; someone with very heavy paws was walking on the floor above, it seemed. At least the pain in Hana's head distracted from her troubled mind; the same sort of distraction was an upside of Hana's vomiting. The girl lost a few more organs via her mouth, then let out another pained groan.
Surely, all of this had woken Waverly up.[/size][/justify][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
general.
- hana song
- cis female
- lesbian
- dating cryingangel
- riverguard (s/hp) of riverclan
- based off of hana "d.va" song from overwatch
- mentored by hazelstep
- 8 m/o (ages on the 20th of each month)
physical.
- calico cat; click for pic (current/main)
- pink facepaint (stripes; see avatar)
- slight korean accent
- shapeshifts into large pink dragon
personality.
- flirtatious
- playful
- friendly
- outgoing
- happy-go-lucky
- irresponsible
- brash
confrontations.
- attacks in [color=#ff8dd0]bold #ff8dd0
- fights as a bear-sized dragon
- medium difficulty
- no injuries, 100% health
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