05-28-2018, 10:47 AM
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"Suiteheart Folie-Mikaelson," she finally greeted, her words were cooly and calmly spoke as if she were undecided about the other femme. She waited, allowing her brain to make its decision about Brigitte. A few more ticks passed before she added, "Guess it's about time to fix our borders up. We need a lil' something that's more obvious than fucking scent markers." She flicked an ear at her outward musings before shaking her head.
In the end, she presented a lopsided grin towards Brigitte. The girl was alright in her book - a first for trespassers if one did not count Rosegarden. Brig seemed sincere in her words, and she was actually wholly and completely sorry for trespassing (an actual first). "If you are planning on joining, welcome then. We can show you to camp, and I can give you a tour, if you'd like. Or if you're more of a solo kinda gal, you can go on your own - we have maps 'n' shit," amused eyes darted towards Bastille, having stolen his infamous line, [color=#73B1B7][b]"Ooh, and you'll need to start work on your pendant once you're all settled in."
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE