(Yay, thank you! :D)
Deimos paced back and fourth in her bedroom. Her heels didn't click against the soft carpet floor, and would normally be rather unsteady for any normal troll walking at that pace, but Deimos was used to it; she had perfect balance the whole time. Every once and a while she would glance up at her nearby desk, on which her husktop sat open, then looked away. Nobody was trolling her. There was nobody to troll. And she was bored. She would be altering songs, but her head rather hurt from staying up all day (or night, depending on how you put it)... "What am I supposed to do now? Ugh... Deimos felt like talking to someone, but she didn't really have very many friends, because of her attitude. She knew quite a few trolls, indeed, but had never really gotten close to anyone. Therefore all of her quadrants remained completely empty. [Open!]







