ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE / o, gifts

CLEO ROUX-CIPHER

Cleo was painfully materialistic in every sense of the word. Items extended to her a certain level of fascination and gemstones, in particular, had the nasty knack of always being capable of catching her eye. She had an already growing trove of useless treasures at her disposal, jewels - both real and fake - scattered around a tiny cave she had discovered while exploring. Her snakes guarded her possessions quite tenaciously, sinking venomous fangs into anything that strayed too closely, sometimes looting victims and adding their belongings to Cleo's ever growing collection. The tiny bengal would be kidding herself if she even tried to claim that she wasn't at all attached to the physical aspects of her world, knowing full and well that she valued them over many things when it came down to it. With that in mind, nobody should have been surprised to see her approach Goldie.

Items that you found were good and all, but items bestowed upon you by someone you liked or cared about were even better. [color=#445544]"I want a present!" The snake charmer would exclaim, exuding more emotion in that statement than she had ever before. In her presence was also Eshe, though the pair doubted that she'd receive a gift. The black mamba was not an official member of the Typhoon after all, it'd make no sense for her to be regarded as a real one, even if the idea of a gift fascinating her as well.

[color=#445544]"I want mine first, Goldie!" She insisted, [color=#445544]"Please."

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