; the war outside our door keeps raging on

Like Mother; Like Daughter.

It was one of those long nights where the only answer was to get out and see what you could do to entertain yourself. Did she find anything? No. Instead she returned home and took a shower. It was nearly 1:00AM as someone seemed to teleport in to her studio apartment. Seras turned, her features laced with pure shock.

                 Throughout the last few days since she'd been broken out of                  the Citadel, Cassandra had felt more of that tug in the back of                  her head, and it was getting harder to ignore. When the                  others in the Lair had fallen asleep, she teleported out of                  there, and landed where the tug was strongest. Looking up                  ;she was shocked when she saw her mother.

       ”As if it was that easy.”

               ❝See, you're such a pain sometimes, Jameson.                        Just admit it, you liked it when I slapped your ass.❞ 

             ”I don’t have tickles.”

                              ❝None at all?                                            I could always just read your mind.❞ 

           ”No, not replying. “

                              ❝I'll tickle it out of you.❞ 

                “I won’t be affirming nor denying that.”

                              ❝That's such a cop out answer.                                   Stephen, yes or no?❞

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