HELD IN YOUR HAND THE SMOKING GUN / birth + 1k posts

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=white,1,400]OPEN YOUR EYES UP , STEP IN THE RING ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

It seemed like Aphra had decided to return to The Typhoon at the wrong time. Everyone and their mother (literally?) were having kids and it, quite frankly, disgusted her. The demoness felt no sympathy for those who got themselves pregnant, though if she knew that it was forced upon them, she might have felt a little bad for them. Regardless, Aphra found kids to be disgusting and hated how there were now heathens running amuck.

Aphra was, of course, alerted to what was happening by Goldenluxury's scream for someone named 'Sam'. She was more or less curious as to what was going on, but when she arrived to see the Captain with babies and mourning one, she immediately regretted coming over. "No use crying over spilled milk." She commented rather flatly, her large ears flicking as she heard Roxanne and Samantha share their condolences. Perhaps Aphra did have a little bit of Caesar in her, given her comment at such a distressing situation. Ironic, wasn't it? Wanting to get out of here as soon as possible, Aphra tried to push her way through, extending a paw out to Goldie. "I can bury it, if you want." She offered, voice still cold as she spoke.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]