Women are like volcanoes

Kite swivelled her ears, trying to keep a position set for this woman as she shook out her coat and hunched down a little. Trying to preserve what core temperature she could. It probably wasn’t wise to aggravate the stranger while she was blind and stiff from the cold, but wise choices really weren’t her strong suit.

Her scowl deepend when the stranger agreed. Had she stumbled upon some Armada groupy or something? Of all the luck… her eyes’s twitch as she listened to the woman. Not that she would be able to see it beneath the mask. “Daddy Fatalis fucked Mummy Fatalis when there was still some side effect going on from the Long Night, and some of us got to develop some fun consequences.” She said dryly, wondering if she could scare off this stranger with her attitude.


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