What the hell are we going to do now? We can't walk around like this.
[The aggravated voice belong to a young girl--small, dark-haired. Krissy Chambers, for those who know her by name. She and her companion are currently in the middle of having a heated discussion this fine day; just a case of two people managing a personal crisis, nothing to see here.
Jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, she looks every bit like a scowling Krissy, and she is... in the flesh, anyway. The spirit is a different question. Adam Milligan is the one currently occupying her body, and he's none too happy about it. Having to look up at his black-and-blue face at this angle is beginning to really piss him off, not to mention hurt his neck!
For Dean!
[The aggravated voice belong to a young girl--small, dark-haired. Krissy Chambers, for those who know her by name. She and her companion are currently in the middle of having a heated discussion this fine day; just a case of two people managing a personal crisis, nothing to see here.
Jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, she looks every bit like a scowling Krissy, and she is... in the flesh, anyway. The spirit is a different question. Adam Milligan is the one currently occupying her body, and he's none too happy about it. Having to look up at his black-and-blue face at this angle is beginning to really piss him off, not to mention hurt his neck!
He'd been taller before.]