LET'S HAVE A CANDLELIT DINNER, PRINCIPESSA // p, Aphra

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Yeah, he had done most of the dirty work, but he was used to building shelters in a jiffy. He didn't really mind that she just sat there and watched him, nor did he even look at her reaction once it was done. "You think you could go find some leaves 'n shit so we don't get stabbed to death by the floor?" It was purely for comfort purposes, mainly for her, because he didn't know how delicate her skin was.

#psychosocial.

[glow=grey,1,400]LOVE ME, HATE ME ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, WANDERER, COALITION OF THE CONDEMNED, 5 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Even if Aphra did have tougher skin, that didn't stop the fact that was dramatic; she'd probably complain about things just for the hell of it. "Yea, sure, whatever." She snorted, walking off to find as much leaves as possible. Fortunately, with her Telekinesis, it wasn't exactly that hard to care a large pile back. Just... exhausting.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]