So here I am, hiding in the closet.
Why, you may ask?
Well, you see, Anya’s having a perhaps over-the-top reaction about the comments I made regarding April, the oh-so-ingenious sexbot. I walked in the door and Anya threw a throw pillow at me.
Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t miss the irony in that either.
Then she started shrieking and throwing other items at me. I found myself backed into the closet, at which point she yelled a bit more, poked me really hard in the chest, and shut the doors.
I haven’t really tried to open them. I think I heard her leave the apartment, but I’m not too sure, and I’m too scared to find out.
I’m good here. I’ve got a box of pastries stashed away in here for just this sort of occasion.
…It’s a little bit saddening that I expected this sort of occasion.
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A/N: Greetings, lovely viewers. This is going to be the last chapter for a few days at least, but after that I expect it to go fairly quickly. I've got another story that sort of uses this one as a springboard, and I'd like to post it ASAP, so I really have to get going on this one. Thanks as always for the read and review, and have a lovely day.
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