"How is that rude? You haven't stopped expelling energy since we started this thing." She asked, leading forward to the dead plant covered wooden doors. Two of them. She frowned as she started to slow to a stop, hands on either side, frowning. One wooden door, one metal door. Both had vines trailing over them, and writing on the doors.
"Tell me this isn't a riddle." She was bad at riddles.
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Date: 2017-05-29 06:02 am (UTC)"Tell me this isn't a riddle." She was bad at riddles.