07-14-2018, 03:40 PM
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Compliments are not something which Imperia is accustomed to receiving. Criticisms on her hunting ability or her meek nature are more familiar. Although she was named Imperia at birth, she spent a majority of her young life responding to names such as "Stupid Girl" and "crybaby" and a number of other horrible titles she chooses not to think about. Peri has always been the quiet girl with a kind heart and zero expectation of receiving even half of the goodness she puts out into the world. She blushes when people thank her for accomplishing a menial task, so flirting? Suffice to say her brain might as well have short-circuited. Dollface. Is that a good thing? A compliment? Is this stranger saying she's pretty? Her?? Pretty??!! Poor bumbling Peri stares wide-eyed at Jerseyboy, unable to form actual words for several moments. By the time she comes to her senses, Church has arrived and already answered the question directed towards her. "Um, not everyone wears armors. Just the soldiers--er, agents," she replies awkwardly, finding it hard to make eye contact with Jersey. So she glances up at Washington instead as if seeking out assistance before gluing her eyes to her paws. She isn't sure what war the Agents are fighting, but it isn't hard to surmise they're very concerned with returning somewhere, even if they keep it all under wraps. Peri just wishes they would allow themselves to befriend the residents here rather than keep everyone at a distance. "You are welcome to stay here for as long as you please," Imperia says, daring to meet the tomcat's brilliant green gaze for only a moment. "You are from Snowbound, I assume?"