[center][h1][color=33ff00][s]Kat[/s] Theodora Clark[/color][/h1]
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Location: Festival | Interaction: Open / Nixie [@Almalthia]
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Kat could feel the heat in her cheeks flaring.

[i]She's a woman, of course she's going to notice [b]everything[/b].[/i]

"This.. is uh, just temporary," she sputters, taking a step back and waving her arms. "I lost my luggage, somebody stole it." [i]And me with it.[/i] 

[i]Did I miss a tag?[/i] Kat smiled as her mind raced. [i]I did, didn't I? Oh god, she thinks I'm homeless and I'm only asking about the forest so I can go [b]sleep[/b] there![/i]

"I uh, have a place," Kat insisted. "Well, it's my uncle's place, he's letting me stay there and to look after it for him...."

[i]How fast am I talking? It's too fast, much too fast![/i]

"I don't mind old clothes, I paint! Pictures, not houses, heheh. And you don't have to worry about old clothes...!" [i]Except when you step in a puddle of spilled red paint and there's your bloody footprints in dried paint tracked through the rug and the bed....! And some idiot sells your rug at some art show as 'murder in the bedroom'. Oh god, don't tell her that! She's going to think [b]you're[/b] an idiot...![/i]  

[i]Too late.[/i]