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"has your sleep been taking you further inside the woods?" she tries to keep the worry off her tone, but then again, this girl reminds her of her own past self, "you know you can call in the morning, hm?"
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she carefully holds dixie's wrist to inspect it.
jill is not hypocritical enough to chastise her for trying ropes, "you've been cleaning it at least." she notices.
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dixie huffs at jill's question, and clicks her tongue at cookie, nudging the stubborn cat out of jill's path before placing the bags she's holding on the kitchen island.
"sleep's been as good as it's gon' get, i fear. could be
@STARSTraitor /tori.
yes!!! nsfw alts are something else entirely and tbf i don't mind that accounts like the one that followed me exist, it's just funny like what about my very non lewd page gave you the impression my sibling in christ π€¨
Nemesis was a tyrant made to hunt down S.T.A.R.S members and later died to Jill Valentine, he was brought back by a scientist sometime after Raccoon City was destroyed, he now lives with her and Mr X
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jill is almost certain dixie's cat hates her. a lot. if the way it looks at her is any indicator, "i even got you something." she tells the animal, "i'm trying here, buddy."
she turns and leans back against the table, "you've been good? how's sleep?"
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"yeah, well, i was. but you worried me with those texts." she steps inside the home with no issue and goes to place the grocery bags on the table,
"got you the basics."
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the sound of bare feet padding against the floorboards alerts jill of dixie's presence, and the door clicks as the young woman undoes the latch.
she smiles when the door opens, her hair wet from her shower, and her favorite
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she looks around, trying to even understand her location in this section of hell. jill sees a passage she can squeeze through to get to another room.
still, she waits.
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