[She ruffles his hair as she stands up, and before she runs off she leans over to kiss the top of his head. There's no way she's going to be gone for long, just in case something happens. The back door opens without any trouble, and she looks around the stock area. There's a spot marked for diffusers, but the shelves are empty.
Angry, Chrissy growls under her breath and knocks a row of mugs onto the floor. The sound of them clattering and breaking on the concrete floor soothes her somehow. She hurries through the rest of the back area but doesn't find anything useful.
She wants to cry, but holds it in for now. That reassuring smile is on her face as she sits down, but quickly melts away when he's still sitting there. Just as dead as he was before. Her hands start to fidget, grabbing hold of the fabric of her skirt and twisting.
This isn't how this was supposed to go. She thought he'd sniff a little, then be alive again in a few minutes.]
They're out of diffusers, so maybe you should try more. Are you feeling anything yet?
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Angry, Chrissy growls under her breath and knocks a row of mugs onto the floor. The sound of them clattering and breaking on the concrete floor soothes her somehow. She hurries through the rest of the back area but doesn't find anything useful.
She wants to cry, but holds it in for now. That reassuring smile is on her face as she sits down, but quickly melts away when he's still sitting there. Just as dead as he was before. Her hands start to fidget, grabbing hold of the fabric of her skirt and twisting.
This isn't how this was supposed to go. She thought he'd sniff a little, then be alive again in a few minutes.]
They're out of diffusers, so maybe you should try more. Are you feeling anything yet?