[There's a slim possibility with the way they're wound around the arms of the chair, but it would probably take a lot of time. As it is, Rita simply finds herself observing that it's pretty late before she thinks she smells something. Smoke.
No. She drops everything she's doing and practically flies up the stairs, throwing the door open-]
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Date: 2012-06-01 02:29 am (UTC)No. She drops everything she's doing and practically flies up the stairs, throwing the door open-]
What the hell is this? My research-!