“It's
nothing. I'm old. My dam died at 33 because of a heart condition, so
it's damned amazing I've lived this long.”
“Seriously,
take your pills. It's weird when you're the pessimist between the two
of us.”
The white tiger face, peppered with gray, wrinkled in
annoyance. “I hate popping pills.”
Turia rolled her
eyes. “You know you have this weird habit of throwing common sense
out the window when you're in pain?”
Seneca chuffed. “Maybe
I'm just senile.”
Turia snorted with a chuckle. “Mysts
will freeze over before you actually turn senile, Senna.”
((Senna's feeling her age from the battering she took in LA and her friend has noticed and is trying to get her to take painkillers. Senna can be stubborn sometimes..))
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