 A Poop * k8 *
Kensi glared. And glared. And..glared. She wasn't happy. And she wouldn't pretend to be. nor would she be nice. Not to Wes, not to ANY of these stupid people. She was acting five. she knew it. She recognized it. But did she care..even remotely?! NO.
Not at all.
She just stared as he beckoned her inside. And she wanted to CRY. But she didn't INstead she fixed a really nasty, GLAREEE at Wes...and let her eyes narrow at him. "Oh, home? Thank you for your hospitality." She snapped, brushing past him. And his....wife. She was pregnant, right? Oh wait..no..she had had the baby? Meh? Kensi was awful at those types of things. She stared around, so incredibly, hurt, grumpy...and just..SHE WANTED TO GO THE HECK HOME.
She eyed Wes and the.. wife..Yeah. "Will you make us all wear the same robes, too?" Heh. Prison. That's what this was. She wasn't fooled. They could make them all gourmet meals EVERY day, and queen sized beds...and plenty of comforts..but that didn;t change the fact that they were trapped in a room. With each other. Until they were healed. Which sounded a LOT of a prison. They were captives.
Kensi hated this. With a fiery burning passion.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
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