[ She sort of gave up on the egg hunt and took to wandering around with her eyes glued to a screen, tap tap tapping away messages to friends and lovers, as if to make up for the weeks she couldn't so much as turn the thing on. Some people are amazed by how quickly this place moved on from a zombie apocalypse, but Cellar? She's just glad everything is back to its regular nonsensical shenanigans, now.
Lifting her head at the sound of a voice, she blinks once and twice at the other woman, lips parted. (Her ears! Her hair! You can stop blinking now, Cellar.) ]
cupid — hunting for eggs
Lifting her head at the sound of a voice, she blinks once and twice at the other woman, lips parted. (Her ears! Her hair! You can stop blinking now, Cellar.) ]
… Sorry, what was that?