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LIPSTICK, RED WINE LONG NIGHTS, IT'S A LIFESTYLE SO GOOD TO THE LAST DROP YOU COULD SEE ME LIGHT UP FROM THE ROOFTOPS
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In the gap of silence that stretched between the young girl and her three male counterparts, she began to wonder if they would ever ask any information from her. Her past, her name...what she was doing wandering around the woods all on her own. Initially, she'd prefer if they didn't; she'd likely be up and out of their hair by midday tomorrow. She didn't need to leave any breadcrumbs behind.
Then again...Maria could always indulge herself on the concept of returning to friends. Potentially, at least. It had been far too long since she’d had a friend, anyway. The squirrels and birds that she couldn’t catch and eat for supper had been poor conversationalists these past few weeks. Were her social skills a little rusty because of it? Perhaps. Did she long for the attention of others? Definitely.
Attention snapping to the feline that approached next, Maria regarded him with dubious eye. His fur was as unkempt as her mind felt, and to that, she could hold a toast. “Wh - snacks are supposed to be small, that’s why they’re called snacks,” Maria exclaimed. Subconsciencly squinting at him, something in her mind edged towards creepy. Surely he wasn’t a creepy person, but his restless, curious eyes made her skin itch. (Not that she could say anything, honestly...she was all restless, clumsy limbs and prodding questions.) To his benefit, Maria could reward his good sense of humor and the simple fact that he was a domestic feline. She no longer felt dwarfed by the twin Mufasas. To his last jibe, she allowed the slip of a grin, mocking a serious nod. “Right, thanks. I must’ve lost my private invitation to the Donner party, so I’ll steer clear of you around dinner.”
She was ready to use that tease as a segway into the objectively blunt question ”Can I live with you guys for a while?” but Mufasa number one beat her to the punch.
No bears or tigers, huh? Well, Maria couldn’t say she was disappointed. Lions were plenty enough for her meager combat training level. “Damn, no wizards? That blows,” She complained, only half teasing. Part of her was sure that in this kind of world there was something at least similar to wizards and witches. She wanted to be Ginny Weasley for Halloween.
About to comment on the other odd specimen the lion brought up, Maria puckered her lip instead at the question. She was expecting questions, but was both affronted and honored by the manner in which they were asked. “I didn’t come from a lab, if that’s what you’re wondering,” She scoffed. “And I’ve got a name, but I guess “Magic Pyromaniac” sounds a lot cooler than Marianna.”
[/td][/tr][/table]Then again...Maria could always indulge herself on the concept of returning to friends. Potentially, at least. It had been far too long since she’d had a friend, anyway. The squirrels and birds that she couldn’t catch and eat for supper had been poor conversationalists these past few weeks. Were her social skills a little rusty because of it? Perhaps. Did she long for the attention of others? Definitely.
Attention snapping to the feline that approached next, Maria regarded him with dubious eye. His fur was as unkempt as her mind felt, and to that, she could hold a toast. “Wh - snacks are supposed to be small, that’s why they’re called snacks,” Maria exclaimed. Subconsciencly squinting at him, something in her mind edged towards creepy. Surely he wasn’t a creepy person, but his restless, curious eyes made her skin itch. (Not that she could say anything, honestly...she was all restless, clumsy limbs and prodding questions.) To his benefit, Maria could reward his good sense of humor and the simple fact that he was a domestic feline. She no longer felt dwarfed by the twin Mufasas. To his last jibe, she allowed the slip of a grin, mocking a serious nod. “Right, thanks. I must’ve lost my private invitation to the Donner party, so I’ll steer clear of you around dinner.”
She was ready to use that tease as a segway into the objectively blunt question ”Can I live with you guys for a while?” but Mufasa number one beat her to the punch.
No bears or tigers, huh? Well, Maria couldn’t say she was disappointed. Lions were plenty enough for her meager combat training level. “Damn, no wizards? That blows,” She complained, only half teasing. Part of her was sure that in this kind of world there was something at least similar to wizards and witches. She wanted to be Ginny Weasley for Halloween.
About to comment on the other odd specimen the lion brought up, Maria puckered her lip instead at the question. She was expecting questions, but was both affronted and honored by the manner in which they were asked. “I didn’t come from a lab, if that’s what you’re wondering,” She scoffed. “And I’ve got a name, but I guess “Magic Pyromaniac” sounds a lot cooler than Marianna.”
MARIANNA "MARIA" . 6 MONTHS . TAGS . PLAYLIST . MOODBOARD . BIOGRAPHY. [abbr=MERIDA FOR DISNEY WEEK IG]★[/abbr]
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