ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE / o, gifts

[deimos]

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DELDRACH

FEMALE — JAGLIONESS — STRIKER

[div style="background-color: #1c1c18; color: #d2b25b; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 520px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Hearing the call, Deldrach stalked over. Gifts? She guessed.. she had never really gotten a gift from anyone before. But the fact that Goldie said she made one for everyone was a little tough to believe. The jaglion paused as she approached, before gently resuming her slow pace, brushing up alongside Vandal gently before sitting herself.

"You should be resting, aye, but a little fresh air isn't gonna hurt kiddo." Deldrach spoke, her tone cold and distant- as was normal of her.

#psychosocial.