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| lacigam |
02/14/14 |
Thx! for the friendship add my Lady! hope we can Mix words sometime! |
| Allesondra Dylan |
02/06/14 |
*Nods as she eyes the offered hand but does not return the polite gesture and says* "I believe so but if any rainbows shoot out of my bottom you will be the first to know...and no, you are not a bother nor am I busy." |
| Lenny Shultz |
02/05/14 |
Oh. Hm. I glance at the box of pastries and then nodded. The different factions never bothered me, I suppose. Sides, as they're called. Once a slayer, always a slayer, right? Probably not.
"It's been a while since I heckled park-goers. Getting drunk, fattening squirrels with sugar sounds as good to me as anything else." Which I have little of, since I rarely make proper plans. |
| Allesondra Dylan |
02/05/14 |
I'm wouldn't know. I'm not German. As for my lack of twerk, I have decided to leave that to Miley Cyrus. |
| Lenny Shultz |
02/05/14 |
I supposed I shouldn't be surprised she knew my race, as it is. She'd be make a shoddy slayer if she didn't. I shrug, remembering that she's expecting some sort of answer. "Oh. Used to slay. Guess that's how it goes if you're not good at your job, yeah?" I glance at the pop tarts. "Nah, these I'll probably trade for booze." The grin returns, slowly and just to the left side. |
| Julliet Swan |
02/05/14 |
The blonde's piercing blue orbs widened at the sudden greeting. Julliet stared at the woman's face, which stood only a negligent height beneath her own, inwardly praying for some assistance. She had been confronted with people that claimed to know her for some time now and truthfully, she couldn't recall half of them. The angel stood silent for a moment, her brain stretching its capacity to redeem any memory of her counterpart.
And then a lightbulb! Julliet's face shifted instantly from a rather perplexed expression to that of an alleviated one. "Vanessa!" She exclaimed. She nearly threw her arms around the dark haired woman; she had to refrain herself. Julliet pulled away only slightly before she remembered to address the initial question. "Vanessa, I'm afraid I have no idea as to what you are referring..." She furrowed her dirty blonde brows and blinked apologetically. |
| Lenny Shultz |
02/05/14 |
"You know..." I nod, waving the box lightly in my hand. "I've seen that manual before and never got passed the introduction. Droll, yeah?"
Now that she'd mentioned it, she did seem familiar, this Vanessa. "I do have a penchant for trouble," I say with a growing grin. "Oh. Lenny." My manners could do with a readthrough of a manual. There are books on manners, right? |
| Lenny Shultz |
02/05/14 |
I also glance around, but I watch the dark-haired person, keep her in my peripheral as I turn my head. When she holds out the pop tarts, I take them with a blink, wait for her to speak. The weight suggests it's innocent, free of a bomb. "Thanks?" |
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