THORNS PRICK MY SKIN ☆ tanglewood visitor

[glow=grey,1,400]OH YES, I'VE HEARD THE STORY OVER AND OVER AGAIN ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, THE TYPHOON, CREWMATE, 4 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Oh god, what, was she babysitting now? Aphra heard the sound of the bell ringing as well and was making her way over to the gate, but it seemed as if Alia and Franklin beat her to it. While Alia was her own child, Franklin was not her's and she didn't want to deal with him. But whatever, she supposed; she will have to get over it since The Typhoon was evidently getting overrun by children.

"This lady smells funny because she's from Tanglewood." Aphra explained, her gaze looking over Sophiea with a frown on her face. Huh, weird. She looked like that one dude she had a fling with, and the father of her latest litter - but eh, that was none of her business. "Don't touch that." Aphra quickly spoke to Alia as her child tried to touch the Tangler's bow. "That's nasty. Germs and muck on it." Not really, at least muck didn't appear to be on it, but germs? The Tangler couldn't deny there were germs on it, could she?

"A pen pal is someone you write letters to. She's asking to be distant friends with someone." Aphra went on to explain to both Alia and Franklin. Looking back at Sophiea now, Aphra's icy gaze was cold as she asked, "You are not related to the Roux family, are you?"[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]