Re: In-person: Amy M/Si M
She nodded, as if he was really, really the only messy one between them. Their room, after Mom, had never been a particularly clean place, with clothing strewn all over, and she'd always been prone to sticking found items on the walls: Pictures, postcards, tapestries and strange paintings from thrift stores. And it was good, it was, to think of someplace bright and without all the bad feelings that she could still feel in her bones; whatever had been in that house was really, really bad, loud, bad, loud. "Do I need rules?" she asked with feigned innocence.