Grinning, Song tore into her own present, showing none of the careful finesse that Josiah used. She slashed at the paper with her sharpened fingernails, seeming to find much glee in shredding it like some wild beast.
The object she pulled out, though, gave her pause. A hand-sewn plushie. No surprise there, since Amy had been threatening for quite some time to make her an Orpheus plushie. But this wasn't Orpheus.
"Amy... you didn't..."
She held up the Josiah plushie with both hands and tilted her head at it, looking rather disturbed. "You know, these things always make me think of voodoo dolls. It's kind of creepy. I dunno... If I kiss the doll, will the real Josi feel it?" She decided to test this theory.
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Date: 2009-12-28 07:01 pm (UTC)The object she pulled out, though, gave her pause. A hand-sewn plushie. No surprise there, since Amy had been threatening for quite some time to make her an Orpheus plushie.
But this wasn't Orpheus.
"Amy... you didn't..."
She held up the Josiah plushie with both hands and tilted her head at it, looking rather disturbed. "You know, these things always make me think of voodoo dolls. It's kind of creepy. I dunno... If I kiss the doll, will the real Josi feel it?" She decided to test this theory.