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Rough baritones reached her auds, unfortunately familiar. "I don't think so." Brow would quirk, that he brother showed interest in something other than someone's ass. "Though, I'm not speaking of the foreigns here." Ah, nevermind. Expression would twist into a grimace, and she dared spare a glance over her shoulder at him. Wow, he looked like shit. Crimson eyes would roll towards the ceiling, a harsh sigh rumbling past ebon lips. He was hanging back, which meant he did, in fact, have more than two brain cells to rub together.

"Wow, real smooth Levi." She grunted, tail flicking dismissively. She wandered toward the other wall, gaze narrowing to scrutinize it. His stink brought back memories of their first encounter in the foreign lands. The fiend. "Do you think if I removed your testicles, you'd stop being such a pain?" It was a threat if there ever was one, and she knew full well that he wouldn't care. As long as his dick was still attached, he'd try and stick it in everyone. The mural on this side was different, a swath of reds and blacks. Was this the other side of the battle? The glorious, winged creatures were missing. Here, horned beasts roamed. It was a violent depiction.

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