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LIPSTICK, RED WINE LONG NIGHTS, IT'S A LIFESTYLE SO GOOD TO THE LAST DROP YOU COULD SEE ME LIGHT UP FROM THE ROOFTOPS
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To be frank, it wasn’t really Maria’s job to be charming or pleasant. Was it nice and did it cater to her benefit to be in the good standings of others? Sure. Was it worth the exhausting effort? Not at all. She could be civil and speak domestically - most of the time - but what other people thought of her was of little importance to her soul and outward time.
Forest optics flicked upwards at the odd sound of fabric against earthly material; what she found was a snow leopard in a red cloak. Maria had expected few people to show up - had really only been yelling for god knows why, maybe just the hell of it - so Agathe’s presence was a welcome surprise. Especially with that cape, what the fuck - she wanted one.
“Yeah?” The rust-colored feline pushed herself up, leaving flattened grass in the sihlouette off a cat. “Cool to meet you, Agathe. Gonna be honest, I’m crap with names, and yours is hard - I probably won’t remember it until, like, week three.” Maria shrugged, rocking back on her haunches with a friendly grin. “When’d you get -”
Momentarily derailing herself mid-sentence, Maria’s incredibly short attention span latched on to the stark ivory of an otherwise normal-looking fellow. He was all sharp angles and lean limbs for his breed, but his spine was curved and his eyes hesitant. It took Maria an awkward bit of staring in order to collect this information, and even then she simply tilted her head up at him, watching the doberman with a blissfully oblivious expression.
“Pleasure to meet you, my dude. Can’t say that I’ll remember your name, either, but I’ll give a nickname my best shot,” She piped. “I’m Marianna, but Maria’s so much shorter; either works though, I guess. I’ll probably answer to Maria. Just - whatever kind’ve nickname you all think of is probably fine.”
It wasn’t long before there was another soul who presented themselves. Upon her sight of the boy, Maria felt the immediate need to lower her voice; and never would she have guessed that he be a month older than her. He looked similar to the doberman in terms of posture and quiet reluctance. Maria’s eyes briefly swayed in the direction of his missing leg, but surpressed the desire of curiosity. “Hi, my man,” The girl greeted softly. “What’s your name?”
[/td][/tr][/table]Forest optics flicked upwards at the odd sound of fabric against earthly material; what she found was a snow leopard in a red cloak. Maria had expected few people to show up - had really only been yelling for god knows why, maybe just the hell of it - so Agathe’s presence was a welcome surprise. Especially with that cape, what the fuck - she wanted one.
“Yeah?” The rust-colored feline pushed herself up, leaving flattened grass in the sihlouette off a cat. “Cool to meet you, Agathe. Gonna be honest, I’m crap with names, and yours is hard - I probably won’t remember it until, like, week three.” Maria shrugged, rocking back on her haunches with a friendly grin. “When’d you get -”
Momentarily derailing herself mid-sentence, Maria’s incredibly short attention span latched on to the stark ivory of an otherwise normal-looking fellow. He was all sharp angles and lean limbs for his breed, but his spine was curved and his eyes hesitant. It took Maria an awkward bit of staring in order to collect this information, and even then she simply tilted her head up at him, watching the doberman with a blissfully oblivious expression.
“Pleasure to meet you, my dude. Can’t say that I’ll remember your name, either, but I’ll give a nickname my best shot,” She piped. “I’m Marianna, but Maria’s so much shorter; either works though, I guess. I’ll probably answer to Maria. Just - whatever kind’ve nickname you all think of is probably fine.”
It wasn’t long before there was another soul who presented themselves. Upon her sight of the boy, Maria felt the immediate need to lower her voice; and never would she have guessed that he be a month older than her. He looked similar to the doberman in terms of posture and quiet reluctance. Maria’s eyes briefly swayed in the direction of his missing leg, but surpressed the desire of curiosity. “Hi, my man,” The girl greeted softly. “What’s your name?”
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