RAT A TAT ; open, placing border markers

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"Ha, yeah," Suiteheart said through a chuckle at Lunafreya's inquiry. "I'm just a lil' worn out from working. I'll be okay though." She offered a smile to the other femme. As she spoke, she continued to work. Suite finished her tampering with the post she had been messing with before Luna strolled toward, and then, she stood back to admire it. Baby blues trailed the wooden stars at the post's top, and she eventually stole her gaze away from them and focused on Luna. "How're you feeling today?"

The white feline grabbed another post, mentally planning the distance between border makers in her head. It was about... Well, if you carried the one... Oh, God, she couldn't remember if it was feet or inches that she was working in... Wait. Wait, no she remembered. This heat was getting to her, she thought, with an inaudible sigh.

Before she could get to work, Margaery arrived. She could make out the subtle scents of blood that wafted forward from her wife, but she didn't mind. That was how her Margy stayed alive after all. She didn't blame her, couldn't blame her, wouldn't blame her. Presenting her lover with a smile, she responded, "Boarder markers. I've had enough of these fucking trespassers." She let her metaphorical eyebrows knit together for a fraction of a second, but Margaery's next words caused her to perk. "Good. I'm just... I don't know. I want our borders to be safe. I know it's not, like, a huge deterrent, but it's something."

She beamed brightly at Margaery's next words. Her border markers looked nice? "Oh, uh, thanks, babe!" the ivory female replied, unable to hide both her pride and happiness. [color=#99182C][b]"And ya know, if they don't work, at least they look cool."