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[It's late at night. The lights are dim, and Ilya is nestled up against her loyal Houndoom. Cerberus is curled around her, head in her lap, and she absently scratches the dog's ears as she stares into the gear for a few moments silently. She opens her mouth, closes it again, frowns in thought, and then finally opens it again, though she's speaking pretty softly.]
So... did anyone do anything for Mother's Day today? Even if your mother isn't here?
... Actually, especially then.
[She stares at the gear with a blank expression for a few moments, then sighs and turns it off. The particularly observant might notice a little bit of wetness in her right eye as she does so.]
So... did anyone do anything for Mother's Day today? Even if your mother isn't here?
... Actually, especially then.
[She stares at the gear with a blank expression for a few moments, then sighs and turns it off. The particularly observant might notice a little bit of wetness in her right eye as she does so.]
