07-19-2018, 12:18 AM
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Hearing the fem's call for a paint war, she was immediately intrigued. She had little to no experience playing many games, but as she followed towards their destination, she figured it was self-explanatory enough. And, the moment the balloon crashed into her flank, she got the confirmation she was looking for. "You better hope that doesn't stain!" the short girl called, running to the nearest bin, aiming a balloon of blue paint at Suiteheart.
beverly e. atkins
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"]Like Suiteheart, Beverly was a thousand years old - she just didn't know it. For some reason, Emilia's memories were lost in translation during reincarnation (ha, that rhymed) and it left Bev to be, in a sense, a blank slate. And maybe it was for the best. It gave her the ability to be a kid, to enjoy her life, to seize every opportunity that Emilia couldn't.Hearing the fem's call for a paint war, she was immediately intrigued. She had little to no experience playing many games, but as she followed towards their destination, she figured it was self-explanatory enough. And, the moment the balloon crashed into her flank, she got the confirmation she was looking for. "You better hope that doesn't stain!" the short girl called, running to the nearest bin, aiming a balloon of blue paint at Suiteheart.