honky tonkitis // o

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]"Dying?" Echoed Margaery, a brow rising skeptically. She had been making the transition from Observatory room to Bunker room when she had come across the little trio, fascinated momentarily by Shokrakar's brightly colored spit before watching them take quite the tumble. She supposed that they should have only expected that, given the slippery nature of most bodily substances and the fact that they were practically oozing the substance. Oh well, perhaps they'd live and learn. [color=#b14767]"You've made quite the mess," She observed idly, a frown appearing upon her chocolate-hued lips at that thought, [color=#b14767]"I'm sure you're not dying enough to actually clean it up."