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07-10-2020, 09:39 AM
Her lips twitched at Mortis’ question, studying him momentarily. “Mm, something like that.” Mortis’ obliviousness was surprisingly refreshing for her, though inwardly she wondered if he’d been given “the talk” yet, and if that had even included much of what the other half endured. Or maybe he just hadn't paid much attention She returned his smile with a grin of her own, bumping into his shoulder before they continued on their route. The mention of a rematch sent her eyes rolling, a ghost of a sigh slipping through. “Maybe, maybe. Let’s, uh, let's get through this patrol first…” Her ears swiveled back as she paced forward, jaws slightly parted to capture the air. Unbelievably, the cramps had gotten worse as of late, and she'd been riding the line between giddiness and exhaustion for a few hours now. Mala knew she owed him a match, but... suffice to say, her heat had thrown her a curveball, and she wasn’t feeling at her prime. Then she remembered the boy falling from the tree, and snorted in spite of herself. When had she ever been prepared? |
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