[voice post] A time for childish things

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It smells like darkness. It can't be hers.But this. This has to be hers. Tainted by shadow.

It won't come off no matter how many times I wash it. No matter how many times I hide it away. I can bury it six feet in the ground and I can still feel it burning my nostrils. [the sound of hands being rubbed against a bristly face again and again]

Who? Who is doing this? Why? Why? [now a softer, plushier fur is brushed against the communicator]

Did she leave this on purpose? I hope.

[ooc: The Master has come to find Yorda's stuffed bear as seen in the picture here.]

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You can't smell it?

It's vile. But appealing. Like fumes. Petrol. Gasoline. Fire.

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But darkness doesn't have a smell.

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Dullard.

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Hey! I'm not a dullard!

[Voice]

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If you want to prove that, you can bring me some food.