Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?

What Daphne hadn’t expected to hear was a voice. She stopped in her grumbling and lifted her head, mismatched eyes scanning the moonlit plateau. She even chuckled darkly at the second question, daring to answer with a bitter grin on her lips, "Feelin’ dead and bein’ dead are still two different things, best I can tell." She shook out her coat, releasing some of the pent up frustration as fur flew loosely and glittered in the moonlight. She really should start taking better care of herself. "You from around here?" She questioned, peering into the dark, still unable to quite pinpoint the location of the other. "Sorry if I’m intrudin’." She really hoped she wasn’t. This place might be pretty cool in the daylight.

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