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>Call Samantha.
Clover thinks about it. Her phone feels like a heavy rock in her pocket. But… with a killer running around, it would be good to make sure she’s okay. Even if she probably hates her now, it’d be the right thing to do.
>> χ (M2 Mind roll: 32 = Success) << (Check in on Sammie.)
The wolf-girl nervously punches in her number and hold the phone up to her ear. Melissa turns away to give her space, loosely tidying up some of the cabinets behind the desk. The phone rings, and rings. Just when she was about to give up and pretend she never tried calling, someone picks up.
“Hello? Who might this be?”
The woman’s voice that answered was mature, older, and definitely NOT Sam-Sam. Clover stammers. “U-u-um h-hello. Is Sammie there?”
“Oh, you must be one of Samantha’s friends!” The woman sounds delighted. “Very nice to meet you, dear. I’m Samantha’s mom.”
“H-hello, Samantha’s mom.”
The woman’s voice takes on a worried tone. “Unfortunately, Samantha hasn’t been feeling too well since she came back. She’s just been shut up in her room, trying to get some rest. She didn’t even want any dinner!” The woman lets out a concerned sigh. “I hope she’ll be alright.”
“O-oh…” That didn’t sound too good.
“Anyway, did you have something you wanted me to pass along to her? I could let her know that you called, maybe that might cheer her up a little?”
>Anything? Or would it just make her feel worse…
