05-14-2018, 04:45 PM
(Edited 06-24-2018, 11:09 PM by Character Graveyard,.)
COLD NOSTALGIA
[div style="width: 518px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: auto; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-size: 12px; color: #b1bed3; line-height: 110%"]A dead, talking & walking deer. How curious. The she-wolf would examine the male, her interest clear in her bright eyes. "Well- if nobody minds, I suppose I'll move into this cabin after all of it's rebuilt." Pausing a moment, Natasha would glance in the Snowstriker's direction before she spoke to the deer. "What's ya name?"
The former-assassin would then glance at Killua as he spoke, her gaze lingering on the lollipop, which she frowned at. Sweets were the female's least favorite type of food- they weren't very healthy and if you ate too many, your teeth could possibly fall out, but she wouldn't bother the apprentice about it. "Blackwidow or Natasha, I don't care which one you call me by."
The former-assassin would then glance at Killua as he spoke, her gaze lingering on the lollipop, which she frowned at. Sweets were the female's least favorite type of food- they weren't very healthy and if you ate too many, your teeth could possibly fall out, but she wouldn't bother the apprentice about it. "Blackwidow or Natasha, I don't care which one you call me by."
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