((Oh gosh it sounds cool, fauna! ^_^))
Patrick O'Neil
"Alright, I suppose." I chuckled softly, "Not big on cleaning. Especially the outside of the windows.", I put a dramatic flare on the word 'outside' and threw an arm over my face to hide my smirk and make myself look even a tiny bit serious.
Trisha Smith
I was actually quite surprised to see Channer. I thought he'd have kept his distance, seeing how mad he was earlier. "Nothing." I said bluntly, keeping my left hand cradled to my chest and working awkwardly with my right. I was left handed, completely unfamiliar at using my right hand for most things, which made it feel just... Wrong not to use my left hand. The back of my left hand looked fine, but the palm was red raw and now heavily blistered. I'd worked too hard again. I did that a lot, trying to prove my worth. Mostly to prove it to myself now that I thought about it.

