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Myka Bering (agent_bering) wrote in makebelievelog,

Myka knocked and waited.

She’d known something was off with HG, the woman usually full of clever retorts and humorous insight had been so very direct without any witty flare. Intelligent, as always, but Myka knew HG to have a wicked, and sometimes irreverent sense of humor that she always knew when to interject.

The fact even HG couldn’t make a joke about not thinking up a place like this for a novel had Myka worried. HG was her friend, there was something about the woman that Myka just understood, and the same went for HG about Myka. Myka couldn’t not reach out to her.

And it was just the three of them – Claudia, HG, and Myka – from home, if they didn’t look after each other, who would?

She opened the door and peaked around, offering a brief smile for her friend. But it slowly melted to a look of concern when she saw the state of HG’s room. It was a bit messy, adding weight to Myka’s conclusion something was not right with the Victorian woman. But Myka didn’t strive to be impolite and she quickly moved on from that shock.

“So,” she tried to say brightly, coming fully into the room and shoving her hands into the pocket of her jeans. “You do have a cat… That’s just, you know, a shock.” The cat was cute, Myka would agree to that. But she’d never been a cat person herself, and she thought HG harbored the same feelings.