12-29-2018, 09:14 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]The tortoiseshell blinked absently at the guy's response, seeming to forget she had said anything. "Trapped? Oh, I could get you out, for the low low price of your lungs?" Aya offered, staring at his mask rather than the guy himself. "Tanglewood's a group. We all live together and work together, in a very non-cult way." The tortoiseshell hopped forward and up onto her hind legs, balancing shakily as she peered closer at the mask. "What's your name?" She asked casually, as if there had been no lull in the conversation.
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