10-11-2018, 03:40 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Pristine figure ventures over after the cream and tan form belonging only to Marina, plumy tail sweeping from side to side in a casual fashion. Multiple wings stretch while a low hum vibrates in the creature’s chest and shakes them out before retracting the feathered appendages. Their head tilts to the side as the words of Venus washes over keen ears and blinks as they mull them over. Truth or dare but with a spin to it. Different from what the angelic being remembers and that’s quite fine with them. Pale lips curl up in a light small at the words coming from the Helion at the mention of her team winning. Caelum settles down with a soft huff of amusement and gives the duo a small nod of greeting.
"I would assume we would pick our own teams?" That’s typically how it works, correct? It’s been a while since they’ve participate in such an activity including teams.
"I would assume we would pick our own teams?" That’s typically how it works, correct? It’s been a while since they’ve participate in such an activity including teams.