roses are red violets are blue — peace treaty/resources

[CLEO R. C.]

CLEO ROUX-CIPHER

Cleo admittedly would confess that she was not a fan of the cold. She supposed that with that, came an innate disliking of anyone or anything that thrived within it- Snowbound included. The bengal child was unaware of the tension between the two groups but still found herself scoffing as she arrived, delicate features attempting to extend a smile in Aizawa's direction before failing. Dramatically. She possessed no urge to be nice to this stranger, especially given the scent that clung to his fur and his harsh attitude as he presented them with "shit". He came from a place that killed cold blooded reptiles like her precious Eshe, and she would not stand for that. It was blasphemy- utter blasphemy.

Fischer seemed to be a better fit for this situation, addressing the Snowbounder in a calm fashion that she could never emulate. She wanted to play along, to behave as if she, too, knew what she was doing, but knew better than that. She'd end up making some idiotic comment or missing what one of them said completely and spouting out something random in result. That wouldn't be good, now would it? Instead, the child shuffled cinnamon colored paws, red eyes never once leaving Aizawa's frame. She'd do what she did best and remain silent for now, straining to listen to fragmented parts of conversation until she was addressed or, better yet, had come up with something to say.

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