uh oh spaghetti-o's
Magnolia knew she wasn't pulling her weight, she was hardly doing anything in fact. She wasn't sure why or how... simply that somewhere along the way her desire to meet others, to do anything had dried up. She was walking on thin ice and she knew it. So it was no surprise when she heard Chaos' call. It was time.
Magnolia suspected many things, many possible outcomes from this meeting. She'd accept whatever recourse the man saw fit; she knew she had no place for protest here. Maybe some part of her even thought she deserved it. She had spent much of her waking time feeling pretty worthless lately. She had mentally berated herself for her inability to do anything many times lately. But still her energy never returned and so she stayed sedentary.
Magnolia approached Chaos, her head lowering and ears twitching nervously. She couldn't quite meet his gaze, her shame making her unable to face him head-on as she might once have done. She stopped before him, lowering her head more in deference.
"You called?" A weak attempt at humor, the barest glimpse of her old self peeking through.