TAKE A SIP // open, joining

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margaery mikaelson-folie

Like Adelaide, Margaery struggled to understand why anyone would resort to smoking. She was not one to often judge the lifestyles of others (especially given her own, bloody vices) but cigarettes were something that could result in longterm health implications. Of course, for those less careful with their lives - immortals in particular - she supposed that smoking really didn't matter. A soul that kept reincarnating over and over again would not be so easily destroyed by something as trivial as smoke even as the host body perished but still, she had no idea if this stranger was immortal or not. It wasn't really her business, nor did she have any interest in reprimanding Dante however, a more aloof expression embracing her features as she paused beside Adelaide.

A blunt one, her clanmate was, and Margaery fought the urge to smile ever so faintly. She was right - there was no denying it - but the Cosmic General would never verbally agree. Instead, she flicked a chocolate-hued tail dismissively, [color=#b09090]"What's your business here?" Most visitors tended to be joiners but, given the recent influx of shady activity as of late (and by shady activity, she wholly meant the Typhoon raid), she couldn't be too certain.