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Claudia Donovan (clauds) wrote in makebelievelog,

Claudia went between a hug sort of person and not. She wasn't used to it, but she liked having the option to hug. It just wasn't her first instinct to go up and violate a personal space bubble; it had to be for a reason. And right then, it was for a very good reason. She was going to hug H.G. until the Victorian was tired of the hug.

"It's a very, very good thing that you're stuck with me. And you are stuck. Been here a year plus, after all." Claudia had been there the longest out of all of them. Even with her one venture back, it had been before any of the Warehouse people had arrived or left. Even as they came and went, Claudia had been left behind. She had been consecutively in the Land of Make Believe for over a year now. She didn't see that changing any time soon. "Like, stuck in the sticky string that the Warehouse has that smells like chicken." That evil, evil sticky string.

"I think the room next to me and Elena is open upstairs." Claudia said after a minute, "Even if all of the rooms are the same and stuff - what would you think about moving upstairs? You can pop over to our place, I can pop over to yours, and less mental cobwebs around. Clear space." It had been a space that she had shared with Myka, after all. "Plus, better view. Kinda."