price — open, rejoining/returning

[CLEO R. C.]

CLEO ROUX-CIPHER

It's the snake wrapped tightly around Cleo that greets Lilyspoise first, hissing something rather unintelligible and yet, seemingly understood by its companion. She giggles, red eyes glowing in that almost unearthly way of theirs before her tiny head bobs up and down. A welcome. She doesn't know who this is and admittedly, doesn't particularly care, but it's okay. If anything, she's emulating her older sister, a quick glance being stolen at Goldie. So she knows her? That's interesting, she guesses, but once again, she really doesn't care. Cleo presumes that people come and go all the time and this stranger, well, she's no different. Why make it into something she wasn't?

[color=#445544]"Cleo," The bengal extends breezily, her voice quiet, wispy. She's a soft spoken one, Cleo is, and yet, she sports such a loud personality- and venomous fangs too. Her quietness gives her the advantage though, and Cleo loves regarding herself as better than everyone else. Nobody suspects the quiet ones, the soft spoken ones, the ladies, and she plans on tricking them all into believing she's something that she isn't. [color=#445544]"So you jumped ship," She paused to laugh briefly at her pun, [color=#445544]"And then decided to come back?" Her inquiry wasn't accusatory, merely curious, but there was no denying the underlying edge of wickedness that laced her words. [color=#445544]"Welcome, then."

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