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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin
The petite dealer blinked as she heard Vigenere's voice. Moonshine? What's... Oh. Right. Alcohol. Her pale hues flickered uncertainly as she padded over, tail tip twitching. While the wildcat was certainly much older than she appeared, Keona still had never drank before.
"Aloha, Vigenere," she offered up quietly. Thoughtful. Wasn't there a prank war going on...? The Tanglewood Luminary didn't just come over very often...
"I don' drink, but maha-" Ah. Her lips quirked at the sound of Michael's recoil. A prank indeed. Her nose twitched, curious. Smelled like... Vinegar. A thought that made the fae's face scrunch up a little.
Pranks were all very... Immature, to Keona. She failed to see the point, but hey, a laugh was a laugh, she supposed. "Clever."
[/td][/tr][/table]"Aloha, Vigenere," she offered up quietly. Thoughtful. Wasn't there a prank war going on...? The Tanglewood Luminary didn't just come over very often...
"I don' drink, but maha-" Ah. Her lips quirked at the sound of Michael's recoil. A prank indeed. Her nose twitched, curious. Smelled like... Vinegar. A thought that made the fae's face scrunch up a little.
Pranks were all very... Immature, to Keona. She failed to see the point, but hey, a laugh was a laugh, she supposed. "Clever."
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